sometimes

sometimes, life is holding your breath
you go blue, you shiver but it's the only way to get through
sometimes life is like a bell
it rings strong and true
yet other times it's cracked and the clanger keeps knocking you down
Sometimes there is now one there and you are standing in the middle of rush hour
sometimes people sound nice but they want their pound of flesh
sometimes it's crushing
sometimes it's never silent enough
sometimes everyone speakes in tongues
it is all too loud
all too fast
all too furious
the games are too violent
the chatter is void and echoing
the madness is like a warm hug
sometimes it takes a leap to get through
a jump to change the weather in your head
sometimes i think of leaving through the back door
down the alley
up the tree
across the stars
sometimes i wonder where is my blue box
with it's flashing light
and it's roar like bedlam
sometimes it is like my head is in the washing machine
getting bashed by the socks
filled with the tissues that should have been taken out
sometimes the news is white noise
sometimes i wonder whatever happened to my toys
that i use to play with for hours
sometimes i wonder what next?