Maybe By S. A. David

Today I'm 586080000 seconds old
And yet I'm ignorant of your nameEven after I stumbled upon this cold truth, yes cold
Which prompts me to hide my truth in shame

Lo! I'm confused but still understand
What is your name? Maybe you are who you are
Mummy calls you Jesus when she kneels, sits and stands
I used to call you sacred - but spirits are

Maybe you are not a personage
Maybe you are a hot crystal ball
Maybe you are the force in our blood 'til we age
Maybe you have no age at all

Today I'm grateful for my handsome face
But are you in heaven and beautiful?
Do you even have a face?
Maybe you make my immune very powerful

What if you are just an intelligent tall tree
Trying to grow your way into heaven?
Maybe only the pope knows about the primitive tree
Maybe only the Roman Archbishop will go to heaven

Today my brain cells are 586080000 seconds old
But my brain usage maybe is not exhausted
Maybe ten, or fifteen, or twenty - or in a fold
Just as your blood has been exhausted

Many a time I prayed and fasted and abstained
All to no good avail, nothing changed until I worked
And it made me grateful for my reason not stained
After I jettisoned the star, moon and cross which I corked

Maybe you are a slob like one of us
Maybe you get sloshed like my friend in a bus
Maybe you are intelligent like me
Maybe you are a terrorist like him

But wait, when did you create the world?
When is your birthday?
Or maybe you are matter - the world.
Or maybe you are time - night and day

But please burn me not in unquenching fires of hell
Perhaps you are as the dolphin without hands
Maybe you are an imago, an immaterial and with no cell
Maybe you are the force in my blood, eyes, legs and hands

Jim Brayshaw told me there is no satan
Maybe I believe there is no lucifer
Maybe you are simultaneously an angel and shaitan
Maybe you are the morning star - lucifer

I'm a 586080000 seconds old man
And I've chosen to be vegetarian
Because in heaven there is no abattoir
I may be singing to the choir

Today I'm 586080000 seconds old
And maybe you are the phoenix - never old
Maybe you speak, maybe you have no cords and no voice
Maybe you are spontaneous, or predetermined, or with a choice

Maybe you are not in heaven
Maybe you are the earth
Maybe you are under the sea
Maybe you live in our bloodstream

Maybe you are Jehovah
Maybe you are Allah
Maybe you are Shechinah
Maybe the virgin is your mother

Maybe I'm being stupid
Maybe it is calibration
Maybe I need showers from Cupid
Maybe you are itself calculation

I'm 586080000 seconds old
And I'm yet to be one with the world