Sometimes I simply lose control, sometimes…

And I forget about all, sometimes…

I don’t care of them at all, sometimes…

I think they’re ugly, dull and small, sometimes…

But when I look into my soul, sometimes…

I see the dark and empty hole, sometimes…

I think, I’ll something new install, sometimes…

I’m sure; quite sure, I love them all, sometimes…

Of course, I feel, I love YOU all, sometimes… Sometimes…