Sometimes I wonder if things are always black or white.
At times grey feels just so right.
You know it’s not perfect, still you smile.
And decide to linger a little while.
Sometimes I wonder if success really matters.
Does happiness not come to those in tatters?
Sometimes I wonder if prayers and hopes are heard.
Are they coincidences that just occurred?
If all were to be free of sorrow.
What would we look forward to tomorrow?
Sometimes I wonder if rivers were ordained to flow.
Or would they, like ponds, prefer to stay and grow.
Sometimes I wonder if destiny is really unassailable.
Making our life a harsh truth or an absurdly marvelous fable.
When what you do or think doesn’t matter no more.
Everything is an illusion – the rim and the core.
Sometimes I wonder if people are really what they seem.
Evil, weird or like a dream.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s meant to be.
You and me.
We laugh and care, share and berate.
Feels so right, yet we hesitate.
Sometimes I wonder …