Sometimes, I want to lock my heart away
So no feelings, sympathy or thought pushes through
I want it ebbed
Sometimes I want to fade
I ask life, what do you have for me?
Sometimes I want to run wild and frolic not giving a flinch at any bedlam
Sometimes I want to scurry out of life
I wish the night never comes
I wish the swerving cold brushes the tears off my face and leave a dry sign
Sometimes, I wish I never met some people, said somethings, made a decision, gone with the latest fads
Sometimes, I wish hope came to my ears every hour talking to me
Telling me sometimes should be allowed to happen.                             
                                 
      Obianuju.