Maybe I get ahead of myself sometimes.

Maybe it’s all been done before.
Maybe it hasn't and I’m still waiting for my door.

Maybe yesterday is today.

Maybe today wasn't what I wanted to say.

Maybe you are here to guide me.

Maybe I’m here to bring you through.

Maybe it isn't me.

Maybe it’s we instead of you.

Maybe I haven’t found the right words to say.
Maybe I already did yesterday.
Maybe it’s not the sound, but instead the voice.
Maybe I’d know if I made a choice.

Maybe you won’t read the writing on this wall.

Maybe you will

Maybe that’s all.
Maybe, just maybe you’ll finally get what I’m saying.
From start to finish and maybe you’ll for once never have to fall.

Without all of us catching you.

All of us.
One and all.

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