Sonetimes

I sometimes feel everything all at once.

Maybe because I'm like everyone just someone who longs.

Maybe because I'm just hanging out with, crooks and though guys.

To be or Not to be,

I can see it in their eyes.

A machete

They remind me that you only live every single moment just once.

There are no real fronts.

If everyone would just try to somehow do the best.

Kindness as a Life saving west.

I guess I seldom feel regret.

Sometimes I still miss Hamlet,

but then it feels just the same as I missed him before.

It just doesn't happen that often anymore.

And sometimes the line about regret is a lie.

I just do my best to try.

I think at least all of that must be for somewhat good.

And I think God would understood,

like the scoundrels and the the crooks

Who are just Black dyed doves

With tough, but tired looks

Around all flaws

Looking for someone who loves

Looking just for the good

As they also Love a white dove

And they also have something Good

Even if its deep beneath the dye of

"what if it could"