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