All Of The Time

Only sometimes do my words become harsh, meaningless, whispers
Only sometimes do I have pounding headaches from my uncompassionate thoughts
Only sometimes do I dream of the day I am able to leave the present situation for a better one
Only sometime do I wish that I would take action and stop feeling sorry for myself
for I focus far to much on the things that happen sometimes
 rather than the beautiful things that happen all of the time

All of the time this miracle we call life stays far more beautiful that we could ever imagine