I hate this word.

I hate this word.

Maybe.

Worst word in the human language. Well, at least to me. Hopeful, foolish, stick-our-head-in-the-sand and ignore the situation, saps that I am. Gosh, what I wouldn't give to be naive and ignorant again. If only.

And here it is, 5 years after writing this little diddy, and I still pretty much hate to ever hear anyone say "maybe." Blech. I'll take a stiff dose of reality over false hopes and maybe's any day of the week. I think. But then again....just maybe.

12-31-03

Maybe is so far away
it's a ghost that haunts my heart
maybe keeps me holding on
it keeps me wishing on a star

Maybe makes me lose my pride
it makes me grovel at your feet
it makes me think that one day you might see...
that you could fall in love with me

A thousand times I tell myself
this love it has no chance
the lies, regret, the loss of you
is more than happenstance

But this soul that weeps, that knows no peace
is still foolish enough to believe
in forgiveness and in salvation
in the hope that one day
maybe...