Maybe

Maybe they sold me dreams not made for my mind
maybe it never was meant to be
maybe it was for tomorrow
and i was not ready for the blast.

maybe the son of a gun never died
and maybe the lies I sold can be bought back somehow
maybe the spells they cast can be reversed

maybe the swells I breed can be cured
and maybe the burns I've caused can be lured

Maybe its a way for a better tommorow
and maybe someone will show me, one day, one way to tread upon.

I've been sitting at the crossroads for years now
looking at them all
come and take off
and drop a coin in my can
eager beggar that i am.
rattle can stinker, blinker...

Blind and deaf