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Sometimes: a Random Poem, Part Iii

Sometimes I think I should just run and hide
And become somebody else
Leave all of my troubles and worries behind
But you can’t run and hide from yourself

Sometimes I think I hear voices in my head
And see things that aren’t really there
I try to relate what I see and what they said
But nobody I tell seems to care

Sometimes I think my poems go on and on
Because I just can’t turn my brain off
It’s like musicians that play too long
To them I bow and my hat I doff

Sometimes I think about the world
And wonder how long it will last
How long before our minds come unfurled
And we repeat the mistakes of the past

Sometimes I wonder if I could write
Every day about all of this stuff
And I would write every night 
When would I say enough is enough!

Sometimes I wonder what I should write about
Should I just babble or write something profound?
My mind can unravel without a doubt
I write about the toys in the attic I found

Sometimes I think about my old addiction
And how it caused so much misery
They say it’s caused by an affliction
Anyway, it destroyed the inner me

Sometimes I wonder if I would dance
To life’s unpredictable tune
Then my life would be left up to fate and chance
Dancing in the light of the stars and the moon

Sometimes I wonder why I write poetry
The answer is simple I guess
It’s really a form of therapy
That helps me make sense of this mess

Sometimes I think about our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ, who died for our sins on the cross
I ask for a miracle and pray for a favor
I say my prayers to guide my soul because I feel lost

Sometimes I think That I should be repentant
To God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost
For sins committed past and present
It’s judgement day that I fear the most

Sometimes I wonder if I should pray
For a miracle for myself
Then I remember what Christian Preachers say
Don’t pray for yourself, pray for someone else

Sometimes I wonder why my mind is such a mess
Call me Teddy the Bipolar Bear
I’m a two-way rider on the Bipolar Express
Riding up and down and going nowhere

Sometimes I think I’ve gone a bit mad
And you may well think it so
Over the Coo Coo’s nest a tad
Somehow, I don’t care, or don’t know

Sometimes I think when I try to sleep
Thoughts keep me up racing through my head
Some of them shallow and some of them deep
And some are just crazy instead

Sometimes I wonder why I can’t sleep
My mind keeps me turning around and around
Thinking thoughts that are way too deep
A movie projector that won’t shut down

Sometimes I wonder what do dreams mean?
Movies in our subconscious mind
Are there really meanings to gleam?
Are there predictions there to find?

Sometimes I wonder about the unknown
And the ancient times of history
It’s and obsession and I am prone
To dwell upon ancient mystery

Sometimes I think about my mortality
And I wonder why we are here
Eventually we become a fatality
It’s immortality that I fear

Sometimes I can feel it coming near
Something disturbing the atmosphere
Something that causes unnerving fear
Something I dare say is already here

Sometimes I wonder about my prose
Is It from a disturbed mind or babbler
Or is it more from someone who knows
The Tales of a Tea-Time Traveler…?

Sometimes I think about Douglas Adams
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy dudes
Cause ya really gotta know where your towel is
To be one of the hoopiest froods

I know this prose makes no sense at all
But I’m writing it anyway
For you, the reader may take the fall
Into the madness I portray

I tell you I’m not psychopathic
Regardless of what you may think
True madness is psycho-fantastic
This poem is quite out of sync

I know this poem is disjointed
The stream of consciousness bent
But I’m not holy or anointed
You don’t have to go where I went

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