Sometimes there’s lulls
Sometimes there’s byes

Sometimes there’s times when we haven’t our tries

Sometimes what lies in the plain outside open
Builds and it builds
Piles in hills
And then when it spills
It seems something’s broken

Sometimes there’s hoping a way will shine through
Sometimes there’s days, and months that pass too

Sometimes no matter the splattering paints
that colour this life~
Sometimes there’s taints

And no matter how high our uppermost shelves
The shadow we’ve massed is still cast on ourselves

Sometimes there’s darkness, dimness, derision
Sometimes we haven’t the eyes to envision
The world that still dances outside our division
Sometimes we close ourselves off

Then sometimes we strengthen to do what we must
To fight other people
When really… it’s us

And sometimes the whole world conspires to say
Until you catch on, you won’t get your way

You can toss in the lostness that cost you your turn
Or you can pick up the dice ~ and see what you learn

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Sometimes it seems like particular beams
are holding the structure of living
And until we’re supporting the ones going soft
The building will sag unforgiving