Maybe the loudest voices I hear are in my mind and not the buzz from the hustle and bustle from all around?
Maybe the fears I cannot face are really imagined outcomes of the roads I have not undertaken yet?
Maybe the hate I feel is really a gap closing in on my differences amongst other things and it is so scary to accept it, so I hate it instead because it is easier?
Maybe the anxiety I feel is really my brain in overdrive, overexcited about the prospect of getting to roam free without strings?
Maybe the emptiness I feel is really the echo of my soul, a subtle reminder that maybe, just maybe, I was made for something more?
Maybe the hurt I feel is really a wake-up call to my cold heart to get a degree warmer and imagine a mile in someone else's shoes?
Maybe the little tug at my conscience when I am about to have humans for victims and as I dance to my victories is really a subtle reminder that there is a higher law that transcends even what I call my high morals?
Maybe my confusion at the moral decay and depravity of our human nature is really a call to realise that just because, personally I cannot tell my right from my left does not mean that there is no demarcation line between the two?
Maybe, just maybe I should ask questions and really stay long enough to hear the responses?
Maybe? No? Yes?
Maybe?
Just Maybe???
