Sometimes

Sometimes it feels like the sky's fall with thunder,
And as though it's always raining.

Sometimes it feels as though every bus we get on is the wrong one,
And we keep ending up in the wrong place.

Sometimes it feels as though we're running on a treadmil,
And it turns out we thought we were on the sidewalk moving.

Sometimes it feels as if we keep reaching for the stars,
And never realize it's out of reach so we keep trying.

Sometimes it feels like we try to remain in our own little bubble,
And we get upset when people try to invade it.

Sometimes it feels like you're stuck in a rabbit hole,
And there's no way out.

Sometimes it feels like we ended up in the middle of a forest,
And all the trees have been chopped down.

Sometimes it feels like a glass pane is separating us from others.
And we're too afraid to see if that panes made of glass or saran wrap.

Sometimes it feels like the ground is crumbling beneath our feet,
And we are to just fall helpless.

Sometimes we need to step back,
And look past the metaphors.

Sometimes we need to stop,
And breathe for awhile

Sometimes we need to lean on someone,
And feel the comfort of another.

Sometimes we need to think,
And not over think.

Every time we need to stop,
And do what Is best for us.