Maybe
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Sophie Grice, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2016
Maybe when the lights are out, when everyone’s fast asleep,
Somebody comes
Somebody, who’s different.
Maybe they’re not alive,
Maybe they’re not friends.
Maybe they are enemies, who come to seek us, time to time.
Maybe they come to make us all different,
to make us ourselves.
Maybe they come for a different reason,
One we cannot guess.
Maybe they don’t come.
Maybe they do.
Maybe they don’t exist.
But why is our world so queer,
So obscure?
Maybe we will never know, but that’s the way I like it.