A Lot Of Maybes

As I get older

Al lot of maybes

Invade my conscious

Like a buzz of bees

It's stingy somehow

And alarmingly noisy

But people tell me

That is maturity.

As I get older

A lot of maybes

Invade my home

My shady trees

Destroy that light

Sense of peace

And throw me under

The heating sun

Of doubt,

The fear of inbetweeness.

Why love is not easy?

Why Life is a struggling battle

For everyone to survive?

Once,

My friend told me:

Give everything in life

A fifty-fifty chance

Cause there is always 

A may-be.

Once,

My psycahrist told me:

Hold a bit your judgement

Because things are not

As usually seem to be.

And as I get older,

I become more sure

That life is full of countless

Possibilities,

Countless maybes

And though it is painful,

Dismantling my peace,

May be, as they say,

It is a sign of maturity.

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