Maybe love has always been Maybe we made up hate Maybe we don't find God because we don't look Maybe this is heaven Maybe we invented hell Maybe there is always hope Maybe we pretend there is not Maybe we know all the answers Maybe we ask the wrong questions Maybe we can share this world Maybe we don't have to fight Maybe we wrote the script Maybe this is our choice Maybe we need to learn Maybe we need to remember Maybe we forgot who we are Maybe we will recall the truth Maybe we can relax Maybe we can all calm down Maybe we can recognize each other Maybe we can recognize ourselves Maybe it is all a dream Maybe we will soon awaken Maybe there is no mine Maybe there is no yours Maybe there is just ours Maybe we know this Maybe we just don't realize it Maybe we soon will Maybe...
A very special thank you to Diarmuid for sharing this poem with us in our guestbook on April 16, 2004.
