Sometimes and Many Times

Sometimes I think I have all the things in the world,
Sometimes I think I have gotten a good bargain,
Sometimes I think I am surrounded by great people,
Of which are both interesting and of course, dependable,
And sometimes I think I really have the best,
Cuz when I look at myself, I saw the hardships on the rest,
And so I think I am way more fortunate,
For having all the blessings,the love that never end.

Sometimes I look out of my window,
My senses capture the blossoms flowers,
Thinking that the world is beautiful, just as fair and lovely,
Putting on a keen smile, shoulders high up, I walk through.
And so I took my path,
Self conscious, but feeling oh-so-great,
And I walk and walk and walk,
I begin to realize that life is not heaven made.

Many times I saw the despicable actions,
People fought and cast the evil spell,
It fears me, I had nothing to rely on,
Only hatred, and loneliness I pondered upon.
Oh yes, I don't understand,
Of why many times that people act in their best interest,
Putting themselves above all,
Loving themselves more than ever and always standing tall.

And so I asked my mum of why this ever happen,
Why many times that things are not what they seem,
That many times I thought of the clear blue skies,
I saw only dark clouds and the rain pouring.
My mum says the world is not made of cotton candy,
Soft and sweet, kind and promising,
It is never that fine and not really pretty,
This world is after all, many times harsh and rocky,