Maybe, we may see a brown sun rising
Or maybe, another befalling ice age.
Maybe, the sky will look all dark and scrawny
And maybe, all of us would coop up in a cage.
Maybe, silence traps us into a life sucking abyss
Or maybe, we lose our real identity to the Christ.
Maybe, time is running out to run from this end
And maybe, we cannot stop this inevitable demise.
Maybe, we are just losing our mind over it
Or maybe, running behind money has cost us this.
Maybe, nothing practical is going on around here
And maybe, there are so many things in this world to miss.
Maybe, we are struggling for our ends to meet.
Or maybe, cutting through each day needs to amend.
Maybe, we still have hope to bring back those days
And maybe, this may not be the abetted end.