Natasha Parker

Perhaps

Perhaps the night should turn to day

And perhaps the day to night

Perhaps the stars would twinkle lastly

To no longer shine for sight

Perhaps my voice no longer whispers

And my sound is lost in space

Its neither with my voice or knowledge

The keeps me a complete familiar face

Perhaps I’m just a person

Whose values stand confused

Who enjoys her own dependability

Her creations and inner hues

Or perhaps I’m just a neighbor

Whose grass is always Green

Whose fence is white and picket

But lives inside the trees

Or perhaps you’ll never know me

Perhaps my identity stands unknown

Maybe each day you walk beside me

But we never enter zones

Or perhaps I’m your child’s teacher

His mentor and his friend

The holder of his secrets

His beginning through his end

Perhaps I live inside your closet

In tunnel enclosed with the Ground

I never move a muscle

I just listen to your sound

Or perhaps I work for your business

But my name you never learned

Waiting on my promotion

But each year it’s over turned

Perhaps that in this world

I only exist to you

In your thoughts, your cares, and wonders

The choices within you.