With every passing day,
I find me.
Thinking, and wondering to myself
Who I can possibly be.

Through days, and through nights
Through every season that comes to pass
I can't help, but wonder of these
infinite possibilities.

You can say, I'm a dreamer.
But expect me to say "maybe"

Maybe I am

I say, "Maybe" because a part of me is unsure...
whether these dreams will reach its reality.
I say, "Maybe" because just maybe...

Maybe I'm afraid.

Then I realized
There is no "maybe"
only "am" or "am not"

I am afraid...

I'm afraid to fail.

then I ask myself...
Am I more afraid to fail, or
Am I more afraid of having my last words as
"If only I had tried"
"If only I did"?