Sometimes

Sometimes there is silence, Sometimes there are words, Sometimes there is meaning, Sometimes it's absurd. Sometimes you are near me, Sometimes you are far, Sometimes there is darkness, Sometimes guided by a star. Sometimes we are up and Sometimes we are down, Sometimes we are slaves, That wear a holy crown. Sometimes we are arrogant, Sometimes we are proud, Sometimes we are someone, Lost in the faceless crowd. Sometimes we are rich and Sometimes we are poor, Sometimes we are angels, Scratching at the door. Sometimes I'm living and Sometimes I am dead, Sometimes there is no thoughts Turning in my head. Sometimes looking forwards, Sometimes looking back, The circle still unbroken, The train still on the track. Sometimes we are caught and Sometimes we are free, But we always come back praying, Under this olive tree. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com