A Lifetime of Maybes

A Lifetime of Maybes

A Poem by Little Birdie

I have eyes that start spinning when eyelids are closed.

A lifetime of maybes.

In my head
I have swarming,
a lifetime of maybes,

a weighed supply
that doesn't run out 
as you delve deeper
into the sunset.

I am rich with a lifetime of maybes.

A pool coloured green,
a past under stadium spotlights,
a thought mounted on four horses

and marched each to its corner of the world.

I have eyes that start spinning
when eyelids are closed,
a lifetime of maybes
flashing like a motion picture freeze frame
in slow motion, backwards, different plot

with each new watching,
rawer wounds with each new scratching,
choking heaving when woken up too early

and ushered
in front of the same TV,
in the same dark room,
playing a lifetime of maybes

on restless repeat.

© 2016 Little Birdie

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Enjoyed the read, especially the notion of the swarm. Makes me think, definitely.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Reflecting on our maybes, Can make us restless, The imagery you complied is thought provoking

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Added on October 17, 2016
Last Updated on October 17, 2016
Tags: regrets, retrospect, depression


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