Sometimes, I feel I'm floating,
And the World is just a cloud,
That will push me into the Ocean,
It I cry real strong and loud.
Sometimes, I feel like dreaming,
When there's nobody around,
That the World's an empty Castle,
And that Joy, can still be found.
Sometimes, I feel like hiding,
In the Black Hands of a Clock,
And destroying Time forever,
Would that really be a shock?
Sometimes, I feel like walking,
Directly into the Sea,
And never again talking,
And finally being Free.
I feel like hiding! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Oh Sandra This Is So Beautifully Powerful! ! ! ! ! ! A Touch Of Melancholy That Ever So Does Reach, The Heart! ! ! ! ! Very Deep! ! ! ! So Keep To The Sunny Side And Hold Tight Whats Meant The Most In Life! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! You Are Ever So Beautifully Talented! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !