Never, Always, Sometimes

Never, Always, Sometimes Stretched across the years of time, memory plays hide and seek. In the foggy daydreams, shadows find early life rarely has a voice to speak. Hidden in the quiet corners low profile is an easy escape. Never stepping boldly forth, always the loner, and in hanging back it is best to hesitate. Sometimes though, some inner spirit rises and takes the dramatic leap forward Voices shout speaking what the world despises of life, liberty, justice is not just words. Never do the masses speak in unison always there are protesters an dissenters. Deep in the thoughts of freedom lies the fusion sometimes we only see the adventure. Never is such a negative aspersion drowning hope and dreams of life. Always is too much an elaborate excursion holding back for fear of the daily strife. Sometimes, now there’s thought and possibility that success can reveal it’s way Sometimes then, there is less futility in being self and loving every day.