Sometimes.
Sometimes...
I lose my grip,
Sometimes,
a cloud obscures the light.
Sometimes,
I have more questions
Sometimes,
the answers are irrelevant.
and I find myself yet again,
restless,
struggling,
nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide,
is there comfort in all of this,
a voice of reason,
words that affirm?
my life answers me
with the knowledge
of the precious things
that have always remained.
I lose my grip,
Sometimes,
a cloud obscures the light.
Sometimes,
I have more questions
Sometimes,
the answers are irrelevant.
and I find myself yet again,
restless,
struggling,
nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide,
is there comfort in all of this,
a voice of reason,
words that affirm?
my life answers me
with the knowledge
of the precious things
that have always remained.
posted by Unknown at 10:47 am
1 Comments:
You're not the only one. :-)
However, in my case: I need to substitute the work Sometimes with Frequently...LOL!
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