Sometimes: a Random Poem, Part Ii
Sometimes I wonder what is the point
To life, the universe and everything?
Then I remember that the venture is joint
With extraterrestrial beings
Sometimes I want to believe in UFOs
And visitors from outer space
I wonder if they will be friends or foe
To help or destroy the human race
Sometimes I believe in ancient astronauts
Visiting the earth long ago
Over the ages we just forgot
What they taught what we should know
Sometimes I wonder what’s the end of the story?
When we finally leave this earth
Is there a Heaven, Hell or Purgatory?
Are we judged based on what our soul is worth?
Sometimes I wonder what does God think
Of the human race that He created?
For he could destroy us in and eye’s blink
If we cause Him to get irritated
Sometimes I wonder if I wonder too much
And worry too much as well
About this and that, everything and such
Until what’s real I can no longer tell
Sometimes I think that the point of this poem is all wrong
But I’ve got a lot to get off my mind
So, sue me if I play with words too long
Or write with my mind out of time
Sometimes I wonder if I’m insane
They say if you think you are, then you’re not
Then what the hell is wrong with my brain
And all the disorders I’ve got?
Sometimes I remember what Lincoln said
A nation divided cannot stand
And I remember the Civil War dead
But we came back together one land hand in hand
Sometimes I believe in Santa Clause
The Easter Bunny, Boogey man and Great Pumpkin
I like to believe in these things just because
I want to be like a child again
Sometimes I think about World War I
And the bloody fighting in the trenches
The allies lost thousands of fathers and sons
Germany lost thousands of menches
Sometimes I think about World War II
Pearl Harbor bombed by the Japanese
Germany killing millions of Jews
But the allies beat them on land and seas
Sometimes I think about the holocaust
And what the Nazis did to the Jews
Millions of lives ruined, millions of live lost
A dark time in history, World War II
Sometimes I think about World War III
The destruction of God’s Creation
I pray that it never comes to be
Nation destroying nation
Sometimes I think about the Revolutionary War
And our fight for independence
To break away from England and King George
We have been free in liberty hence
Sometimes I think about human rights
And the peaceful demonstration
That now turn to protests, riots and fights
All so that we can have an equal nation
Sometimes no matter how hard I try
I just can’t quite get over the wall
I try to climb, but it’s just too high
And I’m afraid that I might just fall
Sometimes I just want to go to sleep
And live out my life in my dreams
In my head no meaning is deep
And nothing is as it seems
Sometimes I just like to write poems
And get this stuff out of my head
But then I’m reluctant to show them
If I think they’re not good enough to have them read
Sometimes I wonder about my dogs and cats
And are they sentient beings
What evolutionary stage are they at
Do they have souls and what are they thinking?
Sometimes I think about bigfoot and Nessie
And wonder just how real they are
All we have is vague pictures and guessing
And eye-witnesses accounts so far
Sometimes I wonder while I wander
Down roads, over hills, fields and streams
When I see something, I pause and ponder
Is it real, or an effect of my dreams?
Sometimes I wonder what it all means
And prefer to live deep in my dreams
Where I can enjoy sights, sounds and scenes
And I can escape from life’s evil schemes
Sometimes I think that I’m losing my mind
I feel depressed then I feel manic
I feel like I’m leaving the whole world behind
I get apathetic and then I panic
Sometimes I think I should be on a bipolar poster
Depressed one moment and then manic the next
I feel like I’m riding on and endless roller coaster
Is it in my genes, am I mad or just hexed?
Sometimes I feel like I’m a child again
Living without stress, worries or cares
Playing with imaginary friends
And living in dreams instead of nightmares
Sometimes I feel like I’m living dangerously close to the edge
And I might just take a leap over and die
Sometimes I feel like I’m living backwards and my name is Ffej
Maybe if I jump off the edge will I fly?
Sometimes I think I’d like to forget
The times when I screwed up my life
I’m filled with remorse and full of regret
The pain and misery I caused is rife
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2021
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