Sometimes when I close my
eyes, the rain just fades away,
and the days that have passed
swirl around in happy wonder.
Sometimes when I fall asleep
the lies and disdain of this world
become nothing more then the
truth I have always been seeking
Sometimes when I sit here at this
desk, I think that maybe just maybe
I can be more then I am. I can be
whatever I really wish to become.
Sometimes just sometimes I am
forced to believe there is hope
beyond my furthest expectations
above anything that keeps me down.
Sometimes, I am beautiful, not just
a rotting insolence for society. I am
Happy, not a whirling cloud of dark
turmoil spreading sorrow and pain.
And though most of my world is aphotic
and underkept, it is the sometimes of
my life that keeps me going, that keeps
me from becoming what is always expected.
