Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes I’ll just do stupid stuff
Behind it there’s no desire to hurt you
Sometimes I’ll keep a thought to myself
It’s not a secret – I don’t mean to be untrue

Sometimes I might use the wrong words
And then wish I’d chosen them with care
Sometimes I might not talk about things
It does not mean I’ve nothing to share

Sometimes I might free-associate
Depends on where my mind has been
Sometimes you may think me a know-all
Even though I have no desire to preen

Sometimes I will express a wish
It’s a reflex, not an act of cunning
Sometimes I will offer an argument
It doesn’t mean I’m fixated on winning

Sometimes I do forget to remember
Later that day I’m wracked with guilt
Sometimes I do remember to forget
So we can hold on to what we’ve built

Sometimes I am just a bumbling idiot
Not the monster you make me to be
If your perception destroys my reality
It’ll be the end of my sanity – and of me

4 thoughts on “Sometimes

    1. Very nicely expressed. This is true for most of us who don’t really wish to hurt. But endlessly agonise over something we might have said or done.

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