At times, Sometimes

Sometimes when I feel it,
And sometimes when it revel it.

Say it imagination or world of exaggeration,
I live my passion with dreams in motion.

Some thoughts open up to smile and bloom,
Few truths are faced to cry and gloom.

They are felt, who never exist,
And those who exist, their feeling persist.

I don't know whether you feel it,
Or it ever reveal it,

At times, sometimes,
I love to have these feelings.