One day, you'll see
how opportunities come and go.
And how somedays you fall
down to the deepest pit of earth,
and other times you can fly
and your fingertips reach the edges of heaven.
Yet you wish, that this was not,
that this was untrue
and your dreams alive.
That it was not,
that the sometimes was always
or never or a maybe
but it is what it is.
Sometimes, you can conquer the world
with your striking temper and raging soul.
Sometimes, you can't; you're dust in the wind.
softly living, barely as you can.
It'll be easier to accept
It'll be easier to know
if only, if only,
that those sometimes was sure.