Sometimes

Sometimes, it creeps from nowhere... when you least expect it.

But sometimes, you crave for it, and is nowhere to be found.

Sometimes, it’s as easy as a stroll by the street,

But sometimes, you run as hard to find it further apart.

Yes, sometimes.. you feel you have got it,

Yet sometimes, it alienates and departs.

At all times, it’s an unending stream line..

Time; it flies.