Maybe me. . .

about your possibilites, and who you want to be.

Maybe for one night, I could be me.

Mabye to be, unexpectedly new.

Finding a path, then making my own.

Meeting with others searching for dreams.

Waiting to be remembered for once.

Not that girl or guy in the back.

The new me remembered tonight.

Remembered in the day.

Knowing where I want to be.

And thats alright.

Thats maybe me.

The End

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