Sometimes
Energetic Sporty Intelligent
This is what people see when they look at me.
I've come to accept these titles given,
But I wish the truth could be seen.
I love to volunteer and be as involved as I can,
But sometimes my happiness comes in
A book about talking sheep
Cooking a nice meal
Or just plain tranquility
A starter on my lacrosse team,
I seem to have it all.
But sometimes my happiness comes in
Laying on the couch all day
Eating three bags of potato chips
Or never getting off the computer
A great GPA and a course full of advanced classes,
It looks as though nothing can stop me from succeeding.
But sometimes my happiness comes in
Daydreaming about outer space
Writing a fantasy novel
Or just taking a break.
There is no poetic way to say it,
As there is no rhyme and reason to life,
But somehow, some way, I'll make it all right.