Sometimes it's hills of moving sidewalks
Sometimes learning to fly breaks the dream in three seconds
Sometimes the old letters matter the most
It's strange how the smallest things can make you feel the best
I find myself thinking about traveling a lot
Sometimes I get lost in the maps, and
Sometimes I think of all the people I want to bring -
Sometimes I wonder if it will ever happen
Sometimes I find myself getting caught up in the stupid stuff -
I find it really hard to break the cycle
Sometimes it seems like the world's sleepwalking
Sometimes I wonder when I'll wake up
Sometimes it feels like yesterday
Sometimes it feels like so long ago
It's not easy for me to find myself
Sometimes it's worth it, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem