Sometimes you’ll be nothing at all.
Sometimes you can change their minds,
Sometimes they won’t consider you at all.
And in those times,
The lonely times,
there ain’t nothing you can do.
Sometimes they’ll fall like lonely feathers,
Atop a shore of rocks.
And like the few times you’ll find them by your feet,
Those times will act as blocks.
But the best part about sometimes,
Is that it’s not forever,
And not all the time.
So you can always count on the other times,
The ones where you’ll mean something.
All we can hope for,
All we can try to do.
We can try to make the good times all the time,
And hope for the sometimes to be fair and few.