Maybe or Maybe

My whole life has been based on a maybe or a perhaps. Maybe, if everything were different, it could have been better, or maybe not, it is likely that fate did not want it that way.

Today here, on the edge of a cliff, my sorrows sit beside me. I see them all; they mock me. They ask me to jump, to seek my end. I wouldn't want to have to listen to them, but that's the way it is.

I look at the sea of mountains that stretches out before me.... Its colors are beautiful, it's beautiful here.

I feel the breeze dancing around me, it caresses my face, and plays with my hair and I remember those memories withered into oblivion.

Thousands of whispers, with insane words are heard here; only I hear them, for there is no one else beside me.

The sea of mountains that I named before, that same one that goes in degradé, of greenish and bluish tones as well. I know that he watches me, just as I watch him, and he cries out in silence, because it hurts him too.

I hear birds singing, as if trying to calm me down. They don't want me to jump, they don't want to see me die.

I hear a wail... It's my heart... Broken into a thousand pieces, it cries out in pain.

Why am I here?

I don't want to die!

But something is stronger and drags me here.

Why am I alone here?

Is there anyone who wants to be here?

Maybe they can't, or maybe they don't want to. My theory of maybe and perhaps is repeated.

And back come my sorrows to cry out my name!

Where all the sadnesses accumulate, there I am. Maybe they're mine, maybe they're yours, or maybe they're just ours, they all come together too.

And although I'm here, one step away from the end, I prefer not to jump today, maybe, or maybe, tomorrow I will.