Sometimes I feel 

As silent as the dead sky with no moon
OR, like an old eagle to die Very soon

Like the sand percolating from a hand
OR, the tressure of a king buried under the land

Depressed, disappointed, confused, and full of pain
I try to make it right, but all goes in vain

My heart sometimes palsied, unable to beat

Still pretending to beat, though hard as lead

Sometimes feeling the deep down cracks sighing
Strony to see, smiling by face, but inside always crying

Appalling fears all around, as dense as night
All dark, miserable, and empty inside.

But it is not always the Same
As life is pretty much like a game

Rolling like a roller coster.
Sometimes slow, sometimes faster.

Sometimes happy sometimes sad Sometimes good sometimes bad

→The other times I feel;

As proud as Alexander of his might
Sure as Changez khan to win every fight

As lucky as Ali Baba to find the hidden treasure
Predominately, emancipated with no any pressure

As perky as a prisoner after his parole
Like a soul, hovering around with no any control

As sure as any Crystal of its clarity
Firm to change my every stupid dream into reality

As scintillating as gold
Free as a gale to grab and hold

Like the main character of the maze

Earnest to get out of the wild goose chase

Like a bird preening itself under a tree Controlling the ups and downs as busy as a bee

Sometimes mean as a cruel queen
As brave as a lion could have been

As sacred as a pious Sufi or a nun
Trying to be both, but ending with none.