Maybe Baby

 Maybe it all will end tomorrow.
Maybe it will all go on forever.

maybe life is far more complex than we could ever imagine- let alone perceive,
maybe its far more simple than what we see.

maybe our effects on the environment are exactly what the earth needs for the future stages of development,
maybe we are just devastating everything..

maybe its all falling apart,
maybe its all coming together.

Maybe I should see a psych about depression.
Maybe depression is a gift.

Maybe everything that happens, the people around, the world at large, is a strange case of the portrait of Dorian Grey..
...Maybe not, and I'm only responsible for me.

Maybe its all bullshit,
Maybe its all true...

Maybe life is nothing but suffering,
Maybe... Just maybe..... its exactly what we need.

and perhaps, between the swaying maybes lay the dynamic dance which reveals the everything,
and maybe its just a dream.