Just Maybe


Maybe life just is
what it is
nothing more
no mysticism
no god in the sky
we’re born
we live
we die

Maybe life is
a big crap shoot
roll of the dice
winners and losers
Lady Luck taps a few

Then what do we do
with ideas like faith
with this deep longing within
what is this inner voice that guides
why do I feel there
is so much more?

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1 Response to Just Maybe

  1. I like this Pat.
    There is so much more. That is what gives meaning to purpose.


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