A Lifetime of Maybes

A lifetime of maybes.

In my head

I have swarming,

a lifetime of maybes,

a weighed supply

that doesn't run out 

as you delve deeper

into the sunset.

I am rich with a lifetime of maybes.

A pool coloured green,

a past under stadium spotlights,

a thought mounted on four horses

and marched each to its corner of the world.

I have eyes that start spinning

when eyelids are closed,

a lifetime of maybes

flashing like a motion picture freeze frame

in slow motion, backwards, different plot

with each new watching,

rawer wounds with each new scratching,

choking heaving when woken up too early

and ushered

in front of the same TV,

in the same dark room,

playing a lifetime of maybes

on restless repeat.

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

Beautifully put, on how ones own confusion helps us thru uncertainty of lack of decisive positivity or affirmations. Only when we stop do we see our folly.

[R J Askew]

Enjoyed the read, especially the notion of the swarm. Makes me think, definitely.

[B.J]

Reflecting on our maybes, Can make us restless, The imagery you complied is thought provoking