Maybe

Maybe the sun was destined to rise from the East, Maybe at the end of the book there is just one character. Maybe at the corner of the street some flowers are scattered, Maybe a lonely peron sits on that curb. Maybe the southern sun shines on a notherly wind, Maybe there is a drunkard at the local pub, Maybe a lost person leads the way, Maybe there is a sequel to the book. Maybe a wind gale sweeps up the leaves from the ground, Maybe a new soul leaves the hospital. Maybe a string of lanterns lead the way, Maybe there was a forgotten prequel. Maybe we need to believe in something for it to become a maybe and maybe that maybe will become real.