Sometimes Not

Turning what may feel like lack into realization.

sometimes the moment isn’t there
sometimes the rhyme doesn’t share
sometimes the song just don’t sing
sometimes the rhythm got a broken wing

sometimes the senses dull to the touch
sometimes the winds settle in the dust
sometimes the shoulders roll and slump
sometimes the spine bends and hump

sometimes the itch just don’t scratch
sometimes the doors don’t latch
sometimes the eyes don’t see
sometimes the I ain’t me.