Sometimes...

descriptive poetry that discusses the foibles and follies of being me

Sometimes...

Sometimes things are crazy in this mixed-up world

It's hard to believe which one I live in

I close my eyes and life begins,

I open my eyes and sometimes life fades before me.

The comedy, the tragedy, the my fault or yours.

Where does it all stem from?

Vs..

the perfect world that exists behind my eyes.

This is a place of purity and knowing

it is a place where only love exists in its truest form.

There is no colour, race, creed or separation

It just is.

Sometimes managing both of these worlds leaves me wondering

How many people on this planet truly understand the magnificence?

The power of the truth

The ability to transcend all that ails us to reinstate our souls

to a place of perfection?

The simplicity of it all.

Sometimes...I just am