Moving Along My Way

I am doing my best today, but there is a part of me that just wants to hide away.  I try to grasp onto an invisible rainbow, but it just refuses to be.  I sing a song to butterflies, but they cannot hear that key.  I continue to move forward, but I cannot find a harmonic beat to my feet.  Something is in the air, and I just let it be.  Being in this spot is important.  As I came in, a man said hello and asked me if I remembered him.  I said no and introduced myself properly.  The name he gave me was Tim.  He very quickly put his phone up and took a picture of us standing together.  He then walked away.  It was a bit strange, but my life is strange quite a bit of the time.  I just got my coffee and sat to gather my thoughts to write a little jig.