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