Sometimes, Somehow

Sometimes, there is not time Somewhere, there is not where Somewhat as unlikely to find Somehow, there isn’t a way to fair Too much of this, too little of that Simply a few or one too many? Perhaps one too happy, few too sad If I remember... is it a memory? A lonely road yet travelled by most A road less travelled rather is lonesome To only feel so far yet somewhat close I do conclude how silence has its own rhythm If I could fly I wouldn’t try Trying only means I couldn’t fly I have truth to yet need lies If I’m lying, is there truth to still ask why? Sometimes, somewhere, somewhat, somehow There is not time, there isn’t a place nor space There be a past, there is the future, there is now Whether dreaming or living yet a certainty to chase