Maybe I drift, and maybe I dream,
And maybe I twist, and maybe I scheme,
And maybe it’s all for naught.
Maybe the days are meaningless chores,
Or maybe they’re dramas that Wagner adores,
Or maybe I’ve lost the plot.
Maybe minutia and everyday zeal
And maybe the numinous hope that you feel
Are spray of a fickle tide –
Maybe I’m lost, or maybe I’m strong;
Maybe I’ve really been right all along –
Maybe I need to decide.
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