Sometimes

[Jezie]

An Edit:

Sometimes when the leaves turn,
the air cools, the sun fades,
summer's storm surrenders to shivered drizzle... (Personally preferred misty drizzle

Sometimes I feel.

Three drinks in and feeling numb
somewhere lost between happy-- or maybe just dumb.
The radio offers more emotion than I can take;
sometimes tomorrow really is too long.

Sometime we'll feel the urge to live buried deep below the urge to hide.

Some times.


Sometimes when the leaves turn,
the air cools, the sun fades,
A summer's storm surrenders to misty drizzle.

Sometimes I feel.

Three drinks in and feeling numb
somewhere between empty and simply dumb.
The radio emits more emotion than I can take;
Sometimes tomorrow really is too long.

Sometimes you feel the urge to live buried deep below the urge to hide.

Some times.

Revisiting I have a confession to make. I am not sure if I missed it when I made the last bit of feedback. Yet, I preferred the misty drizzle for the imagery that it provides over a shivered one. Misty drizzle also flows better.