700 poems ((And I'm still talking to myself!))

Maybe I'll write a thousand poems
and I can change the world.
Maybe I'll sing a couple songs..
and try to be more than this simple girl.

Maybe someday I'll be something,
the kind of something that shines bright.
Or maybe I'll be drowning
in the darkness of this night.

Perhaps I won't be here,
maybe I'll just be so far away.
And island or maybe Heaven?
Laughing as I kiss the day.

Or maybe all of this will fall through?
Maybe this poem will never be read.
Sometimes that's just what happens,
crazy things shatter in my head.

I wonder if these musings
will ever cause a new sort of life...
Maybe find the cure for cancer
or bring a kind man to his wife.

Maybe it's just a bunch of words,
but I write them anyway.
Please define me, anyone,
so I can understand today.