Poem- Perhaps
By Annie

I looked at the mirror
That was when I realized
That life is unpredictable and complicated
And it’s full of surprise
We keep dealing with lots of questions
Perhaps we shouldn’t start it
Or perhaps we must create it so it would become alive
Or must I stop it, must I die?
Nor keep dealing till it’s finally dry?
Perhaps these questions still exist
Even though we’d become a legend
Or disappeared from this life
Perhaps and perhaps

Perhaps,
The birds keep flying from the dawn till the dusk
If the sky is willing to be clear and bright
The birds will keep whistling and singing their joy
So this human on the earth would be joyful to be the birds
As they are happy to flying and coming home
Perhaps it’s useful, perhaps it’s joyful
But what if the sky won’t allow to be cleared?
What if it’s dark as the rain might want to fall?
What if there appeared the flash of lighting?
Where are those birds, where are the charming joy?

Perhaps,
The waterfall is heading to those stones
Once it’s fall it would flow to north
No flow would turn back its direction
No stone could turn it back once it moves
It won’t turn back but twisted to another side
To east to west to north it’s flow
Not to south where the place it begun
But could it flow as pure as the clouds?
Could the sky that was dark clean the dirt?
Could it be washed once it’s touched and getting worst?
Perhaps it needs clean air with the great healing of greens and blues