Sometimes

Sometimes I prefer to walk alone
     loitering in deep thought
Sometimes I'm on the verge of loneliness
     longing for a shot
Sometimes I repent and pray for world peace
     thinking I'm a step forward in redemption at least
Sometimes I'd like to take a walk downtown
     with a match and a megaphone pledging
     to burn it down
Sometimes I feel free, don't you? It's like I
     have a pass for the things I say and do
Sometimes I feel more restricted, censorship
     taxes me and I'm consciously evicted
Sometimes I feel like giving in to the hangman's
     noose, while other times I try to walk in
     another man's shoes
Sometimes I'm red, white and bluish patriotic
Sometimes my thoughts are more greyish
     and chaotic
Sometimes I see the world clearly and 
     often want to fight it, so I wield my
     rebel pen in a one man riot
Sometimes I let things be through conditioned
     acceptance; Choosing my battles carefully
     in passive defense
Sometimes I'd like to peel my brain apart, crawl
     in and take a nap
Vacationing from thoughts
     of contradictive crap