I am not usually a confrontational person.. I tend to stay out of politics in the office, i keep from entangling myself in grapevine, and i do not dabble in rumors (not entirely, anyway..) But when other people push you over the edge, damn right you can be vocal.. But how far can you go, really?

Maybe

Maybe i am just tired and worn,
It has been that way since early morn,
Maybe i shall get better later,
Such poor luck, in a day that should be better..

Day by day i walk these halls,
The same faces, the same old greets,
Mundane tasks for a mundane world,
Life, like a glory, slowly unfurl..

Maybe it is the loneliness speaking,
Perhaps one day you shall think of me,
I may place hope, as the clock keeps ticking,
Bare walls and silence there to remind me..

Day by day i had always been,
Flushed with hope, but yet unseen,
Stealing glimpses of a future in a pair,
A vain hope, perhaps, at least i dared..

Maybe my dreams will one day come true,
As my hopes had been real, so long ago,
Perhaps it is a wishing heart grown anew,
Or an obsession i could not let go..

Afraid to miss out, treasure hidden there may be,
Thoughts in mind cropping up unbidden,
Of lowering my guard, of bearing my soul,
If life permit me to be so bold..

Maybe someone may read my thoughts in rhyme,
Maybe that person will understand in time,
That i write to you now to soothe my soul,
And pick up the pieces to make it again whole..