Maybe

Maybe I feel like a typewriter, an old and outdated relic that reminds people of the times we remember fondly but seldom recollect long enough to hold.
Maybe I feel like a computer, new and clever constantly evolving, I crash with a convience that is easy to forgive but impossible to forget
Maybe I feel like Napoleon, courageous and confident, I scratch my imperialistic itch with a spirit of revolution as the guilltoine laughs
Maybe i feel like Ghandi, brittle but bold, with a quiet peace I smash Britain into a million pieces while the Queen sips tea
Maybe i feel like ghost, lost and fumbling for a feeling that I cannot hold in my translucent hands.
Maybe i feel like a begger, drunk and stumbling for anything but peoples pity, without any hands to recieve the silver change that cannot change me
Maybe i feel like a saint, pious and proud, worshipped for a faith that was never mine by people who love to believe in strangers
Maybe i feel like a sinner, selfish and faithless i try to fly to salvation with metal wings when no one has ever heard of forgiveness.
Maybe we all feel like a church with broken pews and empty aisles
Maybe we all feel like Lions praying for challenging prey
Maybe
we
all
feel.............