Sometimes

Sometimes it's all shedding away some tears,

Which give soft kisses to cheeks 

and make the agony feel low,

like the sea to its shore. 

Sometimes it's all giving away some tantrums, 

which make the brain crazy 

to hold on to humor than pathos,

like the dye to silver hairs.

Sometimes it's all working away some stress,

which eats time rather kills.

To be a workaholic rather than a depressed,

like the ant to its burrow.

Sometimes it's forgiving ourselves,

for hating our system 'n' number of times,

by embracing our own fat and flesh

like the clouds to the rain.

Sometimes it's just being "not okay",

Let it be okay to cry a million times without tears.

To restart the system of limits -

and work limitlessly.

Like the Sun for the Universe.