Maybe

Maybe...
The shoe will be on the other foot
And I won't know what to think of it
Can not fathom or recognize it
Too blind to see
Refusing what is right in front of me

Maybe...
When it is my turn
I will be the one to turn a deaf ear
Not listen to reason
Because of my fear
Looking through you with a blank stare

Maybe...
I am the wall you are talking to
Maybe...
I am the window you are seeing through

Whatever the case may be
We all have
To hear...
To see...
Eventually...

Don't we?