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Sometimes
There is no beginning
There is only sometimes
I cannot find myself
Looking for me, but I am right here
Muddled thoughts
Never coming out right
Hoping that the next word
Will convey the explosion inside
The effect is never there
Like I am running a paintbrush
Across the paper
Only to find out that it holds no paint
Only water
Where did you go?
Have you even ever been there?
An ideal held on life
Maybe to make it seem less pointless
Biding time in the sorrows and intrigues it holds
Nothing real
Like a film with no plot or ending
I heard myself say once
That life was for the brave and bored
How full of it I was
How somewhat right I was
Sometimes the clouds part
And beauty is able to come through
When no one else is looking
It shows itself
Like the painting
I have been trying to create
But as no one else sees that one moment
No one will hear the words
That I don’t even know how to say
Soon motivation will be found lacking
Creativity is already left wanting
To say what?
What am I trying to reach?
Where am I trying to take myself?
There is a sometimes for everything
Except sometimes I would just like to know
Sometimes I would like to make it through
Just one day
Just one day
Without that breakdown inside
Just one day
When a tear won’t fall
For Him
Because of family
For friends
Just one day
Days happen sometimes
Don’t they?
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