Confessions

Sometimes,

I walk by the old bakery on 5th street,

Just to imagine what it would be like,

To be in cinnamon rolls

Sitting on the front counter.

Sometimes,

I drive to places

I am not familiar with,

Just to see if I can find my way home.

Sometimes,

I light three candles

In the early morning,

And shoot the breeze

With the Almighty One;

You might not think that he answers,

But with enough patience his voice rings clear.

Sometimes,

I sit alone in a café,

Just to see if someone

Will be curious enough to sit at my table,

And engage in a long conversation

About nothing.

Sometimes,

I go to subway,

And have the “professional” behind the counter,

Make me their favorite sub.

Sometimes,

I give away everything I have,

Just to appreciate

The blessings God has given me.

Sometimes,

I sit in the science fiction section

Of Barnes and Nobel

And read for hours on end.

Sometimes,

I sing and dance in the shower;

And I don’t care who hears.

Sometimes,

I go to Wal-Mart with my friends,

And spend hours

Goofing around in the toy section.

Sometimes,

I wonder,

How many licks it really takes

To get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.

Sometimes,

The lack of intelligence

Government officials possess…

Astounds me.

Sometimes,

I stay up all night,

Thinking about

The physics of JELLO.

Sometimes,

I spend so much time at the computer,

That I feel naked,

When I’m not holding

The mouse or keyboard

In my hands.

Sometimes,

I wonder if I was left here

By aliens;

Sometimes,

My mom wonders too.

Sometimes,

I talk to my car

To pass the time,

While I am driving

Around town.

Sometimes,

I call people

I haven’t talked to in years,

Just to see if they remember me.

Sometimes,

I wonder,

Why the people

I watch on television

Are famous.

Sometimes,

I listen to the radio,

Just to see if they’ll play

My favorite song.

Sometimes,

I’ll spend the whole day

Watching Disney films

With my sister.

Sometimes,

I read online journals,

And leave encouraging messages

To people I barely know.

Sometimes,

I tell people I’ve just met,

A little too much

About my life.

Sometimes I…

Can’t think of

The right words to say.

Sometimes,

I wish I could tell all of this,

To the people in my life

That really matter.