Sometimes

Sometimes I like to just sit
and think.

I remember my past, sometimes with regret,
and sometimes with contented reminiscing
of better days.

I think about the present.
Sometimes I am happy with my life.
Sometimes it couldn't be worse

I wonder about the future.
Sometimes I make plans:
choose a career,
become rich,
marry, have children,
and succeed.

Sometimes I worry.
I fail. I am fired.
They say no.
I say no.
I live and die, alone and unhappy.

Sometimes I think about the world.
Sometimes I am outraged with what we humans are doing to each other.
But sometimes I feel pride for out achievements, as a society, as a people.

Sometimes I think about myself.
I hate how I look. I love how I look.
I'm a genius. I'm an idiot.

Sometimes I sit and think – but then I realize, that to live,
you don't sit and think;
you stand,
and do.