More than many ... times !

There are times when nothing seems right
And I persuade myself to see the bright light,
But nothing in this world can clear this mist
And I begin to write with a tight fist

There are times when I want to talk
And that’s when I decide to pitch in for a walk
But everything on this mighty earth resembles dirt
And I begin to drown in the puddle and yes it hurts

There are times when nothing sounds like honey
And I long to create a symphony
But nothing matches the tune
And I begin to make castles similar to sand-dune

There are times when I want to smell the mud
And that’s when I pray in vain and hear a thud
But everything sizzles mockingly in mirth
And I begin to provide a spark to the dying hearth

There are times and I have seen more than many
When blisters in the sun seem uncanny
But round the bush along the street
There aren’t people you want to call your own... whoever you meet.

There are times and times there are…
There are times and times there are…