Sometimes

a pseudo-song of mine that stopped me from getting to sleep last night -- hopefully those lost hours were worth the trouble.

Sometimes my yesterdays

swirl together

inside stormy weather

and I'd die

to Feel the sun-

rise

Sometimes I look and see

my todays slippin'

through my fingertips

--wish I'd live

before the sun-

sets

And sometimes my

tomorrows were just dreams

of mine, long forgotten

and I breathe in the sun-

shine

Other times, my days grow

long and my brother

pushes me onwards

--a chainlink fence

made of moon--

light

Other times, my days feel

short and I hear my 

sister, though I don't know

her voice

-- a street light full

of absence

Sometimes my days dissapear

and I wonder how the 

hell I wound up here

-- a fire side filled

with silence