Sometimes: a Random Poem, Part I

Sometimes I think I should have started this prose With a disclaimer of sorts To my readers, many of those Who may think me out of my gourd Sometimes I think this disclaimer should be Short and sweet, honest and to the point My poetry reveals a lot about me My thought process is a bit like a fractured joint Sometimes I wonder what good is a disclaimer If it doesn’t come out at the beginning So I will take all of the blame here Before I start writing this thing Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong Living in this new century Somehow I know that it won’t be long Before I’m just a memory Sometimes I feel like a very small gnat An insect to be stepped on No magic spell can help me with that And there’s no star to wish upon Sometimes my mind can slip out of sync Off with the world around it I’m not who I am or what I think Lost as the chaos surrounds it Sometimes lay awake at night And wonder ‘bout things I have done Many regrets about things not done right Or the things from which I have run Sometimes I can feel very alone Anxiety rolls over me like a drape In a room full of persons unknow I just want to run and escape Sometimes is becoming all the time To stop it where do I begin? It’s only when you’re losing your mind You find the madness that lies within Sometimes I can be perfectly lost No clue as to where I’m going Like a ship on the waves that is tossed Northern gale force winds a blowing Sometimes I dream about what I could be If I had the courage to try Then I think about all I could see Looking through my dark brown mind’s eye Sometimes my mind is like a movie screen The projector running away The same rerun I’ve already seen Running a hundred times a day Sometimes I’m so full of fear and doubt That it stops me dead in my tracks I need some time to work it all out And try hard to get myself back Sometimes I see the Higher Power In the architecture of life From man down to the smallest flower The evidence for this is rife Sometimes I gaze up at the stars And wonder if there’s life and where I look out towards the red planet Mars And wonder if ancient life lived there Sometimes my mind cand suffer zone outs When I don’t know what’s real or not What happens then with these frequent bouts Is that I feel like a robot Sometimes I can walk a straight line Severe heights gives me vertigo I know it’s just matter over mind But it leaves me no where to go Sometimes I think like an animal And go out and hunt little bugs When I find that my hand is full I eat them and love the slugs! Sometimes my mind does a split in two And I don’t know which direction that I come from I don’t know how, what, when or who It’s such a confusing conundrum Sometimes I think about my own death And where we go from this earth When I finally take my last breath Is our destiny set from birth? Sometimes I think it’s the Hand of Fate That guides us along from the womb Souls span the years to the Holy Gate Our body winds up in a tomb Sometimes I think it’s not the Hand of Fate It’s probably the Hand of God Who guides us in love against all hate With his Holy Word, Staff and Rod Sometimes I think I don’t want to end up a ghost Haunting an old house or ancient graveyard Being buried alive is what I fear the most Six feet under a grave stone cold and hard Sometimes I think I’m going crazy But then I think I am just mad My mind gets a little bit hazy And I get confounded real bad Sometimes I think I’m making ends meet And then somebody moves the ends I think life would be far more sweet If I could be twenty-one again Sometimes there are things that I forget It always gets me in trouble There is nothing I can do except Blame it on my double Sometimes anxiety is my foe And I get nervous and stressed Sometimes I’m manic from the get-go Then I get down and depressed Sometimes I wonder what is normality? What makes up a normal human But I’ve figured out that it’s just a formality And everyone’s as crazy as I am