Maybe

Maybe love is just a spark, a fleeting glow within the dark. Or maybe it’s a steady flame, burning soft but still the same. Maybe life is just a thread, woven tight or left to spread. A winding path, a restless tide, a place to run, a place to hide. Maybe the unknown calls our name, a whispered dare, a quiet game. A door we fear, yet long to try, a question mark against the sky. Maybe love and life entertwine, like constellations meant to shine. Maybe the unknown is just a chance, a silent step, a fearless dance. Maybe we don't need to know, where love will lead or life will go. Maybe, just maybe, that's the key to live, to love, to simply be.