fantasy of maybe
as long as it stays that way, what's the harm in entertaining a quiet hope here and there?
hope is free.
hope is a foolish foolish thing to keep close, but while it IS close, while it IS there, it's a feeling unlike any other, if ever similar closest to a cotton candy cool blue day with blueberry waffles and whipped cream.
hope is that wisp of the elusive, that dream just beyond your wide-awake reach, that window they say god leaves open, that hint of not too overpowering cologne on your favorite guy.
there, but not really.
and maybes...
that fantastic feeling of thinking there's a choice, of thinking there's a chance.
that kiss you may or may not get (but want to steal), the hint of a smile he gave that half stayed mystery and half gave him away, that heady heavy (airy ya know but like dew heavy), walkin-on-sunshine but knowing it'll go with the setting sun but it's okay.
the times when there are no choices and no chances (argue with me philosophers about how people make their own choices and chances some other time please) come too often in a day, when the true or easy path to the thing you need or want is either closed off to you or it requires a harder path to take.
those times come too often in a day.
so that feeling, that every-now-and-then feeling, that's worth savoring.
it doesn't have to be a fairy tale come true, it doesn't have to involve a prince of charming proportions.
maybe in a long time friend, maybe in someone you used to love ,maybe in that stranger you haven't met yet, maybe in the guy across from you but quiet and unassuming, maybe in the guy who blushes when teased, maybe in the arrogant jerk.
the fantasy of maybe with these maybes is that a day will dawn (or end) and there'll be that slight charge in the air, that change in the gleam of his eye, that quirk in his smile that signals, in the words of that disney movie..
"something there that wasn't there before"
the fantasy of maybe doesn't lie the maybe actually happening.
it's the chance that maybe that chance will come.
hope is free.
hope is a foolish foolish thing to keep close, but while it IS close, while it IS there, it's a feeling unlike any other, if ever similar closest to a cotton candy cool blue day with blueberry waffles and whipped cream.
hope is that wisp of the elusive, that dream just beyond your wide-awake reach, that window they say god leaves open, that hint of not too overpowering cologne on your favorite guy.
there, but not really.
and maybes...
that fantastic feeling of thinking there's a choice, of thinking there's a chance.
that kiss you may or may not get (but want to steal), the hint of a smile he gave that half stayed mystery and half gave him away, that heady heavy (airy ya know but like dew heavy), walkin-on-sunshine but knowing it'll go with the setting sun but it's okay.
the times when there are no choices and no chances (argue with me philosophers about how people make their own choices and chances some other time please) come too often in a day, when the true or easy path to the thing you need or want is either closed off to you or it requires a harder path to take.
those times come too often in a day.
so that feeling, that every-now-and-then feeling, that's worth savoring.
it doesn't have to be a fairy tale come true, it doesn't have to involve a prince of charming proportions.
maybe in a long time friend, maybe in someone you used to love ,maybe in that stranger you haven't met yet, maybe in the guy across from you but quiet and unassuming, maybe in the guy who blushes when teased, maybe in the arrogant jerk.
the fantasy of maybe with these maybes is that a day will dawn (or end) and there'll be that slight charge in the air, that change in the gleam of his eye, that quirk in his smile that signals, in the words of that disney movie..
"something there that wasn't there before"
the fantasy of maybe doesn't lie the maybe actually happening.
it's the chance that maybe that chance will come.
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