I wonder why I can’t find my feet when I thought they are firm enough
I wonder why I can’t run fast in my dreams
I wonder why I feel short when I know my ideas are tall
Still, I wonder why I can’t find my voice in my hallucination
when I thought I did scream loud enough
Well, I guess if I don’t fail, I wouldn’t need grace
Again, I wonder why they say hate your brother
and hide the gold
I guess if we knew tomorrow, we wouldn’t need assurance
Maybe I don’t know
Yeah, maybe I don’t know
But maybe, that’s okay.
All these brouhaha, I just can’t explain
But maybe that’s okay
Maybe that’s okay.
Credit: Maybe IDK by Jon Bellion