Sometimes I
Sit and reminisce
Pinch myself to see if I still exist 

Sometimes I
Ask myself if this is a dream
Woke up and night, watch how owls scream
Fight with my demons just to blow off the steam

Sometimes I
Stare at the stars, wonder what’s with the fuss about mars
Take a long walks to clear my mind and try to get on a brawl

Sometimes I
Question our ways of living
In years to come how will our seeds define our upbringing
In wrongs we sinning; in goods we will be forgiven

Sometimes I
I write what comes to mind
Not what my mind think I must write

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