musings and maybes

maybe she's a spot and he's a stripe.
maybe she's a square peg and he's a round hole.
maybe she would try to fit; maybe she would fail.
maybe he would find his purpose; maybe he would go his way.
maybe she would become herself.
maybe she already is.
maybe.

aimless hours

time passes in a hurry when there is so much to do. as if it knows your struggle; and laughing, chuckling, watches you fall so very far behind. in what feels like minutes, seconds, hours and days are lost. and you wonder why you wasted them.