Sometimes I ....

Sometimes I just want to be with me,

Sometimes I long to have a company.

Sometimes I keep thinking and feeling alone,

But another day I feel I am just my own.

Why I am here and where do I belong?

These questions pops-up but don't get along.

Someday I feel depressed and messed up

Is that OK? Answer to this question never comes up.

Thoughts are thoughts, they always fill up your mind,

No matter worries, joy will be there soever,

But sometimes I just want to forget them forever.