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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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