I put my hands up in the air sometimes

Sometimes like a dog chasing a car you don't know what to do when you catch one.
Sometimes like the hairs on your head you grow and grow only to be cut back.
Sometimes like the day after day of your employment you go to work and get none done.
Sometimes like the child in need of sleep you yawn and yawn and refuse to sleep.
Sometimes like the magician waving his wand and chanting you feel like no one is following you.
Sometimes like an itch on a day when there's been a lice alert you refuse to scratch just to feel clean.
Sometimes without warning you sit up at night and hear the mice in the wall.
Sometimes in the early morning the cat scratches to go out and you wonder why she's not mousing.
Sometimes you get up to let the cat out and then go back to bed even though the alarm will go off in ten minutes.
Sometimes like a zombie getting shot by Woody Harrelson you don't care what it feels like.
Sometimes like your bedtime routine you forget to floss and make your lunch.
Sometimes you wake up in the darkness buzzing against the glass like a moth looking for the light.
Sometimes even though it's late you still have to read to feel like you did something worthwhile today.
Sometimes you don't finish the NYT crossword and that's the way it should be because it's Thursday.
Sometimes when you get a really good deal you walk away looking over your shoulder ready to run.
Sometimes you miss your friends but you don't do anything about it.
Sometimes it's just easier to be alone.
Sometimes it's the hardest thing ever to be left alone.
Sometimes you have more than one thing to do and you have no choice.