Sometimes,nostalgia is a crutch.        Sometimes,memories,are never too much.

Sometimes,protecting,is curbing growth.                                              Sometimes,letting go,is giving up hope.

Sometimes,too much,still falls short.                                               Sometimes even a little,is a lot.

Sometimes forgiving is unfair to ones self.                                        Sometimes fighting hard,is blocking out help.

Sometimes dreams are all you got.       Sometimes what seemed real,was actually not.

Sometimes freedom,is slave to vice.                                                  Sometimes caution,is cowardice.

Sometimes what was perfect,is actually flawed.                                 Sometimes change,is worthy of applaud.

Sometimes to create,first you need to break.                                          Sometimes what is broken,was never at stake.

Sometimes searching,is a part of evolution.                                          Sometimes the answer lies in the questions.