Sometimes I live and sometimes I die

Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask why

I never understood why the reflection stayed

there was more to the eye than the hair that was frayed

Sometimes I wander and sometimes I fit

Sometimes I feel when the winds blow a hit

I would never cry over what made me stronger

I would always hope that the days would be longer

Sometimes I stare into the eyes that are weak

I only feel sympathy for those that are meek

Sometimes I'm crazy to feel so alive

but feeling alive is the way we survive

Sometimes I'm blocked and taken off coarse

Sometimes the chicken will ride on the horse

but theres one road to take and that road is yours

for the best gift to recieve is something that's sure