Sometimes

Sometimes, I wonder,
about time and space.
And how everything in the end,
all falls perfectly into place.


Sometimes, when I think hard,
Thinking about how it all works out.
And perhaps, like some say,
We shouldn't question to much.
Things are better left,
not understood.


Sometimes I just wish things were different,
But sometimes, I realize I don't want to be anyone,
but me.
Sometimes I know people have their ideas and opinions about me,
But they don't really know two fucks about things.


Sometimes I feel like I should be what Im expected of,
But I betray, I do not repent, I do my selfish deeds.
Then there comes a time, where I do otherwise,
And feel sorry for everything that I have done.
I ask and I ask, why do I say sorry,
but go ahead and do it in the first place?


And sometimes, I feel like no one.....
Unaccomplished.
But I myself see what Im capable of,
When other cocks don't.


Sometimes I ponder over matters,
That I feel nobody questions,
And I ask why?
Sometimes.