Timing

The timing isn’t quite enough

The hair is disheveled, the look a little rough

Something isn’t up to snuff

Maybe it’s just a little hiccup

Or maybe it’s a sign of the way

You found out that something had gone astray

Maybe you were flagged for too much holding

Onto the past that wasn’t rewarding

Been to the place where you’ve been before

Close one door and open one more

But careful where you walk and how you step

Keep the knees high in case of some dreck

Cause the door that you open could be to a space

Where there was heaven and hell took its place

Or maybe it was a version of a blue room with a lock

Where you have time to hear every tick tock

Sometimes……………..

It isn’t just the message but the energy it gives

Sometimes……………..

It’s not the muscle but the flick of the wrist

Sometimes………………

It isn’t just the idea but the thought at the time

Sometimes……………….

The timing isn’t right and sometimes that is fine