Maybe...
Just maybe.
That is the word of life.
It describes so much and so little.
It is an indefinite answer
For when you can provide none.
It is a stand in for uncertainty
And confusion
And debate and apprehension.
It is a maybe,
It is a placeholder for self-doubt.
A basic word
And a basic answer
That has meaning yet also none.
It remains empty as
It is a void for everything,
It is everything and nothing.
I have no need for maybe's
But it is all I receive.
How do you obliterate
Something that has no definition?
It can be perceived as good or bad
It can be anything.
Why are answers unobtainable?
Why are we given placeholders
When there are other answers?
Why is that all
That I am left with
Every.
Single.
Time.
Why can't there be a way
To transform this blurred area
To something actually readable
Instead of the meaningless word
That everybody,
so carelessly,
Throws around?
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
