Maybe the sun will never rise and the moon will loose its flavor.
maybe east turns west and the north travels down south .
Maybe your song will loose its melody
and the very things that bring your heart joy will plant bile in your coronaries.
Maybe your hard work only stays hard but never works.
maybe your dreams grow fangs and mare your nights.
Maybe, just maybe everything falls into place but nothing works out.
Maybe your life is an epitome of perfect almost.
maybe the break throughs only bend but never fully breaks.
maybe your tired of laced fingers, floored knees and prayed questions.
maybe you have traveled through doubts and tasted hope but disappointments stayed long after.
maybe your zeal and strength are at war with each other.
or maybe you’ve given up.
maybe you’re here, reading this poem, apathetic
And maybe ,
just maybe, God has other plans.