maybe life's passing me by
maybe it's parading by my window
maybe it's full of love
and laughs and joy
maybe i'm too blind to see it

maybe i'm sitting here
waiting for life to begin
and it's already almost over

maybe while i try to fly
my wings rot and fall away
leaving ugly scars of what might have been

maybe while i wait for love
she's come and gone
and found someone more alert
more appreciative of her beauty

maybe while i long for freedom
the key got sick of waiting for me
maybe it offered itself to another
maybe one more worthy

maybe while i write this poem
my life's getting sick of waiting
maybe it'll soon give up on me
like so many others
maybe it'll walk away
maybe it'll leave me sitting here
an empty shell
alone
what might have been

just maybe