Sometimes

A morning you wake ,
Sometimes to smell choco cakes bake.
Sometimes to feel the whole Earth shake!
You sip some coffee, or tea whatever it may be,
Sometimes you may hate it or love it truely!

Sometimes its better to break the rhyme,
Stand on the sideways and watch.
Sometimes its nice to hear the chime,
And think, "I may be Scotch!"

I like, sometimes, to not fit in,
To listen to the conversation flow...
And most times I find, I don't have to try,
Someone is who I sometimes is.

To do, not to, to sweep or swab,
To think or breathe or face an angry mob.
To live, to die, to sit down or lie.

The epic tragedies of everyday life,
Sometimes we see and wail and cry.
Sometimes some people will look and try,
Make it better, or stand and sigh.

By and by, sometimes it is,
Sometimes I always stand out.
But I still ain't old,
Enough to see the truth...
And I still don't see,
What I may someday be.

What do I stand for?
What was I planned for?
Sometimes, I see and scream,
"Helloo! I don't KNOWWW!"

But sometimes I step up and smile down tears down coming,
I laugh but sometimes, under my coolers I'm frowning.
This isn't my life, I sometimes think and get downing,
But everyday I wake up, thinking,
Sometimes I'm loving,