Monday, November 10, 2014

Sometimes, 1970

Sometimes life is a bore,
And sometimes life is nice,
Sometimes I don't care any more,
And sometimes it is paradise.


But most of life is fine,
Except some of mine,
Life is sometimes right for me,
But sometimes not, don't you see?


I wish that it would be all right,
I know that can't be true,
Life is just day and night,
Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I blue.


Nothing is left for me to say,
For me, this has been a good day,
Sometimes I roll up into a ball,
I'm glad I didn't run into a brick wall.

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