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Title: "maybe i may" - confusion is a fucked up thing black and white should be all there is no in the middle, not feeling right, no probably, no maybe, no might. I wish one day I could see clearly, will that one day ever come? sifting through the shit called life to find my only one? I search so hard but never find the one that may not be I know that if i find the one i will finally be free. which path to follow, which signs to read, which number to pick, which mouth to feed which turn to take, when should i fake, do i rise or fall when i awake? what will become of the shit called life for me and you and them? the shit may clear it may fade away when u smoke your pack of ten, but after time that shit comes back to confuse us one again no choice anymore, no questions asked grab that pack of ten. we wish so much and dream a dream, dreams and wishes give such hope did he ever dream? that man next door? found hanging from the rope? he must have needed to escape, left no choice but to run away, is he any different to all of us? dont we all think "maybe i may?" e mail me mikeybabe500@yahoo.co.uk