Sometimes

Sometimes, life seems to be passing by real quick. Some other times though, it seems to be slowing down on me, with me, for me...

Sometimes, I recall those days gone by and run. I think and smile. I think and regret. I think and live. Or do I die?

Sometimes, most of the times, nobody seems to listen. Nobody seems to care. Nobody seems to be able to listen and nobody seems to be willing to care.

Sometimes, only sometimes I wish this wasn't ephemeral.