maybe
it’s the image
of an eternal skyline
painted on the night
sky of some hazy
city,
or maybe,
it’s the picture
of a silent wood
freshly lain
with
new snow
or maybe even,
it’s the memory,
of holding hands with
somebody you truly love
and then looking
in their eyes
and screaming everything
they mean to you
without a
sound

maybe it’s one of those things
maybe that’s why I never lose
faith

maybe it’s just who I am,
a kid so lost in the sense that it all
makes that I refuse to see the little
problems that come up;
maybe it’s how I was raised,
as a thinker, not a fighter,
who has decided to take
up combat lessons any-
ways;
maybe it’s how everything is,
that I can live my life so peacefully
in the chaos that everyone else seems
to experience.

maybe that’s why
after all this time
I haven’t given up
I haven’t said “**** it”
and jumped in front of a train
like I’ve dreamed about so
many times,

maybe that’s it

maybe