Perhaps one day I will find what I am looking for…perhaps.
Perhaps I will find that which troubles me, or perhaps that that makes me be troubled.
I hope in time to come, I will see myself somewhere where I belong.
Sometimes I hope that I am destined to mean a specific thing at a specific time.
I like to think that I have a worked out purpose, that I have I mission and goal that I want to achive.
Perhaps one day, I will find this peace.Perhaps…
A day and a night seem like a peaceful time when one knows not of the other.
Of contradiction and misinterpretation – the two seem as one.
Perhaps I hold myself in pity, these days I know not what I say.
But i think it be foolish to say i know trully what i say.
I hope , one day when My time has come and I am too old to walk, that sitting …
I will spend my days, remembering those that have come.
Perhaps My days are plenty , perhaps thay are few – but i hope in my time here with you, they
are full of content and calmness.
Too few I have known has seem beyond themselves, have wondered the possibilities that llie in their heads.
Maybe, too a fool I have become to forget the mind inside – but hopefully one day,perhaps all of it I could remember.
Perhaps things that are pretend to be, be so in diffirent ways.
Sometimes I wonder how the colour I see today might seem totally diffirent from what they see today.
I some times imagine my life meaning only a certain meaning, that means diffirent that to which they think today.
My blue eyes, see a wonderful colour that only I see, and perhaps they too look – perhaps that wonderfull colour they do not see.
Sometimes I wonder if in purpose we define they chaos, and in by doing so, in our actions we define destiny.
I think sometimes that we are masters of our own destiny and no predefined past calculation can be made to tell us it isn’t so.
Perhaps if god could do such I thing, perhaps it’d be so – though, only god could be so bold – for he did invent conception.
Maybe, today You see me as I am and tomorrow you see me as I will be – will these two days have changed the fate that will come the days thereafter?
I wonder If I see myself, today the same as tomorrow and i think tomorrow I will be a experianced man – yet the same man I will be – but more or less depends on today.
Perhaps, Someday I will find my peace, the calmness that drives my mind to comfort and rest.
Perhaps, Someday I will find my tenderness and perhaps one day I will find who I wanted to be.
Perhaps all things are the same, yet on diffiret days they are not.