Sometimes
Sometimes when I wake up
Sometimes when I get up
I can feel alive.

Some days
Some days I can see things
Some days I can think good things
I know for I have tried

I try
I try to say things
I try to share things
But they fade into the sky.

Why then
Why then don't people listen
Why then people don’t reason
Even when I tried.

Tell me
Will they ever kiss me?
Would they ever miss me?
Even if I died.

Are there
Are there any reasons?
For the changing of the seasons
Just like the circle of life.