Sometimes
By George Chow •
Sometimes I am happy.
Dreams can be vivid.
Follows me through the day.
Until another night rest.
Sometimes I am angry.
Good mood void by bad luck.
Mares came out of no where.
Where good dreams disturbed.
Sometimes I am afraid.
While confess my sins.
They seems all will be forgiven.
But reflections of her distrust.
Sometimes I am plain.
Building my home like bird's nest.
Catching my luck like webs keep the dew.
Praising God to my bones.