6 May 2012
Maybe, you will! Maybe, you won't.
We do the things that others don't
Picture houses in my head,
Play the scene i dream in bed.
Maybe we can't, maybe we can,
Passions are the fall of man,
This theatre of my heart goes on,
Though the actors are long gone.
Maybe I shouldn't, maybe I should,
My heart is scrawled on old wet wood,
The bark breaks, flaking, falls away,
Brittle exposed timber heart, astray.
Maybe • Opuss № I