Maybe

Life, it has its own ways to decide, to determine where we go.

Seems like we are deciding, but little do we know

What actually goes on and what else there is

Who actually leads us on and if there is a meaning to it all……

Maybe there is no meaning after all...

Maybe we are as dumb as the stone, just aware of ourselves,

Or maybe the stones can think and we do not know….

Maybe there is life in the winds that blow….

I am not sure what life is anymore,

I am not sure I want to even think about it

But I still think about it and still ponder

Not sure what good it will do to me anyway

Would it matter to the ant if it knew what it was doing?

Would it not do the same thing?

Or would it?

May be we have the power to change the world….

May be that is the plan….. may be we are meant to be so

May be we were meant to change the world….

To be the final pegs in the ultimate destruction…..

Maybe that is why we can think… to be able to choose to destroy…..