Most of the time, I feel like walking on my dress at the side of the road,
but sometimes I am here writing in my notebook.
I feel like frolicking on the meadows and be captivated by the thorns of the rose.
But I am here sitting on an old sofa with the static television,
I feel like being kissed on late afternoons,
But I am here, drinking cold water on cold nights,
I feel like speaking about the great wonders of the universe.
But I am here, disgusted by the bitter world.

Sometimes, it is most of the time but the saddening part of all of it.
Is longing to my most of the time while being stuck in sometimes,
Sometime.