Sometimes I see it right over the hill

I'm a couple steps down

Sometimes it's jumbled words

Sometimes nothing in route

Sometimes it's coordinates

A few long hours

Regarding mine, I'm falling

Regardless, sometimes I'm out

Sometimes a little slice of life don't shed the current

The desire to emerge is

Some little slice in the thigh

To feel it's working

Sometimes the opening is just listed hours on the front sign

The hardware store around the corner gets loud

Sometimes the regular don't say what it's about

Sometimes inspired by a hat that looks a cloud

About your habits, or your passing

Sometimes best not look round

Sometimes the color wheel's bets off

I know what's at play

I've seen what's important is often just building a space

Sometimes it's humility

Sometimes one reason to tank

Sometimes I put 50 to 60 thousand steps between myself and my name

A pickle you get in

I'm rejoicing for tape

To cover corners I need

Forward motion I need

Less and less order

We'll need just one more minute

Sometimes there's only 2 eggs

Sometimes checking on the terminal has me comfy OK?

I know something's round the corner

But sometimes I gotta see the face

Sometimes I run for the gate

Sometimes I correctly distinguish

How much space I waste