Sometimes,
I do think,
How you may look,
How do you write,
How do you talk,
How do you walk,
How do you smile ?
And when you are sad,
How do you cry ?
I stop thinking,
Why did I think –
That you do ever cry.
Did I want to see you cry?
No – but I know.
Yeah I know, you do cry,
Alone in dark, sometimes.
Some times –
I think –
Are you crazy,
Just like me,
Less or more.
Sometimes –
I do imagine –
Do you think,
The Same –
Sometimes !