Gears.

Sometimes....sometimes. ....Sometimes the only thing you can do is throw in the towel. Sometimes you have to just submit your surrenderer. Sometimes you have to admit defeat. Sometimes you have to bite your tongue and put your brain on mute. But sometimes you can't. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes, for the first time, you have to let it all out...and sometimes you can't. Sometimes I want the concept of sometimes to go away. Why can't things be all the time? No white, no black, no gray. I'd even settle for no color at all. Sometimes you want to open a blind eye, and shut the one with sight. Sometimes you want to give sound to a deaf ear, and mute the noise. Sometimes all of the time, I want to close a speaking mouth, and turn on their hearts and minds to the sights and sounds that need to be  felt. Sometimes all the time, I know that won't happen.

Sometimes I get tired of being vague and want to shout it from the rooftops.