Maybe.

MAYBE.

Wished is nothing but happiness.
Tried is nothing but hardwork.
Hoped is nothing but stop to this madness.
Envisioned is a man gone beserk.

Maybe, however, he will a change
Yesterday a madman.
Today he'll find a way.

Maybe, however, he's longing for the end.
Forgetting, about the world,
Circling the dead.

Maybe, he will never grow old,
Running far way from the cold,
Into the warmth of the bright light,
He's going to see angels tonight.

Yet again, he may stay in the cold,
Wrap himself up, in blankets of change.
Shining like the Queen's silver throne.
Living his old life again.

Maybe, just maybe this once, he won't let go.