
I wrote this at the moment possibility has to become a decision. AI gives me the maybe: fragments, sparks, unfinished shapes. Human growth works the same way. We begin as almost: half-formed, uncertain, capable of more than we can prove yet. Through care, revision, patience, and choice, something durable begins to stand. For me, the beauty is in shaping what could be into something that serves the human experience.
The Personal Side of the Song.
What I hear in “Permanent Maybe” is not only a song about creativity, or possibility, I hear a song about the way I keep trying to live.
That surprised me a little.
The phrase started almost like a word puzzle: shaping the sometimes always into the permanent maybe. It had that strange E.E. Cummings kind of bend to it, where the words do not fully behave, but somehow tell the truth before the logical mind has caught up.
But as the song developed, I started hearing more of myself in it.
I heard the composer in me—the part that loves mystery, texture, emotional ambiguity, and the half-lit phrase that will not explain itself too quickly.
I heard the product manager in me—the part that knows ideas do not become real just because they are interesting. They need structure. They need revision. They need a reason to exist. They need enough shape to help someone else.
And I heard the man in me—the person still trying to turn values into action, goals into habits, faith into stewardship, and imagination into something that can bless another human being.
That is why the word maybe matters so much in the song.
For me, maybe is not weakness. It is the beginning of formation.
A song starts as maybe.
A calling starts as maybe.
A healthier life starts as maybe.
A family legacy starts as maybe.
A creative identity starts as maybe.
Even the long road from Product Manager toward full-time Composer starts as maybe.
The danger is not the maybe.
The danger is leaving it there.
That is where the lyric becomes personal:
it is me
who must carry
the maybe
out of its cradle
That line feels like a mirror.
Because I know I can generate ideas all day. I can think deeply. I can explore possibilities. I can see connections everywhere. That is a gift, but it can also become a very elegant form of delay. At some point, the maybe has to be carried. It has to be chosen. It has to be shaped into something that can stand outside my head.
That is true in my music.
It is true in my work.
It is true in my family.
It is true in how I use AI.
AI gives me more maybes than I could ever chase on my own. Some are beautiful. Some are strange. Some are almost right. Some are confidently wrong in a way that makes me laugh, then makes me think harder.
But the song reminds me that the tool is not the point.
The point is what I choose to bring forward.
The point is whether I can take the spark and shape it into something with care, usefulness, honesty, and human warmth.
That is why this line matters:
i will give
the almost
bone
That feels like my life’s work in miniature.
Give the almost bone.
Give the idea structure.
Give the student confidence.
Give the process clarity.
Give the family rhythm.
Give the song form.
Give the future a little more weight than a wish.
That is not cold or mechanical. To me, it is deeply hopeful.
Because it means the unfinished thing is not doomed. It can be cared for. It can be strengthened. It can become something more durable than the first feeling that created it.
That connects to my larger goals in a very real way. I am not only trying to make songs. I am trying to build a life where creative output, teaching, family, health, faith, and financial stewardship are not fighting each other for scraps. I am trying to shape them into something integrated. Something honest. Something that lasts.
So when the chorus says:
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
I hear my own process.
I hear myself sitting with a strange phrase until it becomes a lyric.
I hear myself using AI without handing over my responsibility.
I hear myself trying to grow without pretending I am already finished.
I hear myself choosing the work again, even when the work is still awkward and half-lit.
And when the final chorus says:
always is the work
and the work is the way
I hear something I probably needed to say out loud.
Not everything becomes permanent because it arrives with certainty.
Some things become permanent because we keep returning to them with care.
That is the personal truth in the song for me.
I am not simply writing about the maybe.
I am living inside it.
And every time I shape one fragile thing into something a little more useful, beautiful, or true, I am reminded that almost is not failure.
The Permanent Maybe
[Verse 1]
sometimes,you were
a whisper wearing rain—
half-here
half-gone
half of half again
i held your maybe
like a small shore holds
the almost-ocean
and all its old refrain
not asking it
to stay
just asking it
to say
my name
[Pre-Chorus 1]
come close—
the sometimes breathes
the always keeps
its sleeves rolled up
one little light
learns the night
and calls the dark
by name
one small spark
one shy mark
becoming less
a flame
than claim
[Chorus 1]
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
hands full of almost
heart half crazy
always is a word
we are not ready to say
so we shape the permanent
from what might not stay
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
not quite forever
not merely lately
always is a door
we are learning to sway
till the almost opens
and chooses to stay
[Verse 2]
sometimes,you were
a yes not yet awake—
a door without a room
a vow before its body
learned to stand
we wrote maybe
in the dust
with our ordinary fingers
and the dust
did not object
or break
it held the line
it held the sign
like grace
in a small
unsteady hand
[Pre-Chorus 2]
don’t name it
too soon
some blooms
are shy machines
with moonlit springs
and hidden rooms
what won’t hold still
still teaches
my hands
how to hold
what will not stay
still shows the way
from almost-wish
to almost-gold
[Chorus 2]
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
building one promise
from a breath gone hazy
always is a room
we are learning to make
so we shape the permanent
from what almost breaks
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
not by a thunder
but daily,daily
always is a roof
we raise awake
over the fragile
we choose not to break
[Verse 3]
sometimes,you were
a note with no mouth—
a small unsung thing
walking circles
inside my chest
i hummed maybe
until maybe
grew a pulse
until the almost
answered back
and blessed
the breath
no choir came
no perfect name
just one more yes
with a little less
death
[Pre-Chorus 3]
no gold chain
no grand vow
no lightning hired
for the scene
only these hands
what drifts
i learn to name
what i name
i learn
to choose
what i choose
i learn to keep
what i keep
begins to sing
beneath
the bruise
[Chorus 3]
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
turning soft thunder
into amen, baby
always is not found
it is chosen each day
so we shape the permanent
from what drifts away
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
not by perfection
but mercy made plainly
always is a yes
with dirt on its face
and the almost kneels down
to become a place
[Bridge]
it is me
who must carry
the maybe
out of its cradle
not wish it tall
not blame the sky
when every unchosen door
walks by
i will give
the almost
bone
i will give
the trembling
a table
from sometimes
i will choose
the always
from borrowed days
make able
not by fate
not by chance
not by some bright
accident’s dance
but hand by hand
and breath by breath
i’ll bring the maybe
past its death
[Final Chorus]
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
i take the trembling
and i call it daily
always is the work
of refusing to fade
so we shape the permanent
from the choice we made
sometimes is shaping
sometimes with the maybe
no longer almost
no longer maybe
always is the work
and the work is the way
so we shape the permanent
from the choice
to stay
[Outro]
sometimes,still—
always,near—
maybe,now—
permanent
here.
Sometimes almost is where grace begins.




