mayybe baby

Maybe…

He's out there wondering if I'm wondering too.

I will not outlive my parents afterall.

Things do happen for a reason… or maybe they just don't.

One day I will see my name in print. As in, on a best-selling book at barnes and noble…

Heaven exists, and god is really, really, really freaking pissed at me by now.

But then again, maybe it just doesn't…

Maybe I will get another chance to be someone's mother.

And maybe I will take it and run with it when it happens to me… again.

Maybe new york is evil.

Or maybe it's just me… who is evil, that is.

Maybe home isn't where the heart is, but rather where your pillow is.

Maybe there is no such thing as a city that never sleeps.

Maybe someday I will learn to like sleeping at night as much as everybody else seems to.

Probably not, though…

Maybe someone smarter than me will find this nonsense someday and put it to music.

Maybe james taylor could cover it and I could watch from heaven and belt it out with him, all happy-like.

Probably not, though…