Sometimes.

Sometimes,
The light is dim
And the dark
Is grey.
Sometimes
The way is hid,
And the path
Obscured
Sometimes,
Knowing is misunderstanding
And thinking is confused
Sometimes,
Seeing is blind
And hearing is dulled
Sometimes, many times,
I am confused,
But then
Who can say they see,
And hear,
And know
And understand.
Sometimes
The path and the way,
Is only seen in hindsight.
Sometimes?
Perhaps more than we could admit,
If we weren't pretending
That there weren't
"Sometimes"


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