Sometimes

Sometimes I feel all excited about the work I do,

and sometimes I sulk.

 

Sometimes I feel all this is a passe,

and sometimes feel doomed for life.

 

Sometimes I feel I have got it all wrong,

and sometimes feel I am all set to rise.

 

Sometimes I feel stupid,

and sometimes unimaginably intelligent.

 

Sometimes I feel all this is unreal,

and sometimes I feel the pain.

 

Sometimes I realise,

and sometimes I refuse to.

 

Sometimes I wonder – why?

And sometimes I think – so what?