The Way Of Things

It is not much I know about the way of things,
from time to time I could appreciate a sunset
though, or Love and even falling leaves could
with their dance inspire me to a word or two:
lessons learned, notes played, work done, eyes
closed, roads travelled, questions answered
lovers lost, I must confess I welcomed all, but
in the end you see, there is not much I know
about the way of things, and then, when evening
comes, daybreak a life away, when no more sleep is
left to shelter all my dreams, and time too short for
yet another masterpiece, I wonder whether you will
still be here to comfort me, you who claimed
to know much more about the way of things.

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