sometimes,
I wanna hold the hands of breeze
and walk on the waves of hefty seas
sometimes,
I wanna feel the starlight on my skin
while I walk down the streets,
making inevitable sins
sometimes,
I wanna bury myself,
between the icebergs of Antarctic
until my heart freezes & gets sick
sometimes,
I wanna bath in the oceans of blue sky
and make a dress,
with the clouds passing by
And the irony is,
all the time,
is destined to be
one of the sometimes