i walk down by the river
and the grass flies this way and that
the wind confuses my hair
pause to watch smoke curl
helplessness is no excuse
when its the flat out reality
and the whole world just wants to fall
sometimes

i wish being with people
and friends
didnt feel so much like this
sometimes
i wish
and other times...well...sometimes

i begin to wonder what im doing
where im going
and every time i close my eyes
the cars zoom
everyone is going somewhere
but my feet wont move
the wooden stumps cause me to stumble
i roll down to the waters edge
and i wonder how i got here
where im going
and where they went
why did no one say goodbye
and now i see...what a waste its all been
sometimes i just wish 
time was really mine
and id muscle the gianormous hands
of london's biggest clock
maybe then i could take back time
maybe then sometimes would never come
i need a home somewhere, anywhere
not here
sometimes people have to die
and the prettiest flowers
bow in reverance
and all fancy speeches
and nice kind words
all come to a standstil
and sometimes
i wonder what it would be like
if for a time 
to never exist
sometimes


working on it...suggestions? it was prompted by a series of
serious events i cannot describe or i would but in the end
of it all i find nothingness and i need to capture some in
this to make it the way i imagine it