Sometimes

Sometimes its hard,
Hard to think,
Hard to see,
Hard to write,
Hard to be.

Then I look out my window.
I think of the sun’s gentle strength,
I see the life it lets live.
I open my books,
And I remember how words can give.

Sometimes its easy,
Easy to love,
Easy to believe,
Easy to be,
Easy to achieve.

Then I look out my window,
Standing where I stood the day I watched you walked away.
I drink out of my catholic school mug and shrug,
Was this how it was supposed to be?
I am low on fuel and there is so much I ought to do.

Sometimes it is hard and sometimes it is easy.