Sometimes I think about days without the sun
Sometimes I think about the days without the moon
Sometimes I think about the isolation
When the count of days is no longer remembered
Sometimes I just wonder how my mind wanders
Thoughts have forgotten like footprints in the desert
swept away by the storm
Sometimes I think
Sometimes I remember to forget my thoughts
most times it all comes back to me
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
It becomes the usual
The unusual becomes the normal
Normal becomes strange
Strange becomes familiar
Sometimes none of it makes sense
But when the realisation of its true meaning comes alive
Those times are sometimes worthwhile