maya

I want to talk a little bit about maya... it's a life i have been following closely for the past few years... i was aware of this life even before... but it caught my attention much later...

i have a belief that i am going to pay attention to maya for a long time to come... the road that she's walking on has an end... i'd like to see...

maya

maya sits on the floor
thinking of the song she heard last night
could it be that the words were to her alone
or is she just another of the lot
them all living an equal fight...

when she stares into nothing
she looks for answers
even w/ abounding thoughts there is a void
can a few lines strengthen the paper they fill
or is it just naivete
that her mind cannot avoid

maya looks over her shoulder
wondering about the life of twenty three
could it be that the struggle is hers alone
or is she just a perpetrator in the court of life
being awarded the universal decree...

she wants to be important, the most important to her
and yet its her alone, she will always walk over
she sees grief, one perhaps seen by every other
and yet its her everyday sunset
that wouldn't get her any lower

the world has formed an opinion, an opinion of maya
but her truth is known just to her alone
would the world ever see
the star she's meant to be
or would it say
there she was, the one that never shone...