Maybe
Uncertain
How do I live now?
Maybe
Uncertain
How do I live with the ifs, whens and hows?
The road goes on and on
But I can’t see past my nose
There’s a long way to go
But I’m a blind man on this road
A blind man, I am, only with my eyes
My mind, imaginative
Guided by wholly thoughts
Tossed and kicked around by fear
And kept grounded by hope
My mind, a battlefield for optimism and his wicked handsome step brother pessimism
Pouring forth endless questions
The answers, uncertain
The answers, not answers.
Maybe
Maybe I’d find love
Maybe I’ll find peace in the arms of the woman I love
And we’d have two kids, a boy and a girl or a girl and a boy whichever
Maybe it will be happily ever after with the turmoils in between
OR
Maybe I’d never find love
Maybe I’d be the miserable fun uncle who would always get asked “uncle when are you getting married?”
Alone, sad and unfortunate.
Maybe
Maybe I’d live a full life
Fulfilling and uplifting
Maybe I’d help people find themselves, help them find their place here
Maybe I’d help them find them happy
Maybe I’d be a blessing
OR
Maybe
Maybe I’d lose myself
Maybe
Maybe I’d find myself in the midst of men, lost themselves, looking for pieces of their being in women they laid with trying to find themselves.
Maybe
Maybe I’d be famous
My name pouring out of everyone’s lips
Maybe my artistry would mean something
Maybe my art would touch a heart
Maybe my creativity would change a life
Maybe my creativity would change my life
OR
Maybe
Someday, I’ll be a sad man
Eating off a stranger’s table
Telling stories of what could have been, telling stories I thought of but never told soon enough.
Maybe
Maybe I’d die young
OR
Maybe I’d live long
Maybe my kids would scream “daddy is home” whenever I get back home
OR
Maybe
Maybe they’ll say “that man don come back oh”
OR
Maybe I’ll never have kids
Maybe
Maybe I’d fear death
OR
Maybe
Maybe I’d realise early enough that the fear of death is a cancer to living.
Maybe
Maybe I’ll never get to choose
Maybe I’ll never know
Maybe it is out of my hands
Maybe
Maybe it’s all my choice
Maybe all I have to do is pick up a pen
Maybe all I have to do is write
Write precisely
Exactly how this road is going to look like!
‘ Fikayo