Momentary

False beginnings wear me down
Wanna draw aside and quietly practice being me
And all my constellations unaligned
I need to take a while and maybe try out something new

Cos I can't find my rhythm

I am strangely unassured
All my positive assertions want to run away
And all my certainties seem paper thin
I built a barricade of stone but moths are flying through it now

And I can't find my rhythm not today
Can't find my rhythm although I try
I can't find my rhythm
Not today