not much of anything

Why don't I? When I see skies and turrets and rain on the window, why don't I? When I talk and connect and get close why don't I? When I fall asleep, when I read my bible, when I think, why don't I?

You'd think something would spark something.

Nope. Only the sad songs make me feel. Don't know what they make me feel, much, and it's never good but oh it's something. So they fill my ears. If nothing else.