Sometimes there's this deep gorge in me
waiting to break free and flow
Like the summer tempest
blowing straight out of the land.
Sometimes I just want to cry
weep like a baby
because everything seems so calm around
that it scares.
Sometimes,
just sometimes
I want to go back to that one stranger
I see everyday. In dreams, thoughts alike
wondering what it would be ... to be that stranger.
Sometime, yet again,
I will dream of that one night,
I counted futile minutes
before I could run away from facing the bare facts.
But you don't care
or show that you do.
You are happy with unwittingly engraved remarks,
and chance meetings to blame upon.
Sly smiles that we think will make us look strong.
Sometimes, all adults can be so silly.
You say sorry now
... when I really didn't realize you were gone.
Sometimes, how assumptive can we become?
Winter moons are hard to survive
Winter gray is the color of slumber.
Right now, I am not torn
Right now, I care a hoot.
So do you... ah, I know.
But, yet again, sometime -
when the time is near
and you want to confess
I promise i will smile and laugh it off.
Sometimes, the deep gorge really camouflages
all sorrows and heartbreaks, pretty fine.
