Sometimes the night is silent as if I were alone, And as heavy as a sinking cloud as if I were a stone. Crushing feelings, not seeming real as if they were a dream, And as frightening as a nightmare goading me to scream.
Sometimes the morning taunts me as if I were a child, Shining bright as a funny clown as if he always smiled, Playing tricks with my sanity as if I were a fool, Yet as loving as a reluctant friend kicking like a mule.
Sometimes the day judges me as if I were the accused, People come and people go as if they were confused, Ignoring me with their scrutiny as if I could avoid A million eyes nailing me down keeping me paranoid.
Sometimes my life seems normal as if I were the sky, Drifting by like a summer cloud as if a cloud could fly, But sinking like the coming darkness as if I were a stone Plunging me into silent sleep where I will weep alone.