I suppose that’s how things are.
They fall apart,
And scatter at your feet,
You trample them
In the rush of time
And as you gather them
On a lonely winter night
Fall away again,
Through the nooks and corners
Of your arms and your heart.
I suppose that’s how things are.
They change as you stay still
But then again,
Sometimes you change
And they remain the same.
You catch glimpses of an old shiny leaf
That leaves a book,
A long-forgotten dream,
Pressed against the many memories
A little worse for wear
But special all the same.
I suppose that’s just how things are.
They’re here, you’re gone,
You’re here, they’re gone,
And you keep playing this game
Of endless hide-and-seek
Running in circles till y’all are a whirlwind
Of was and were.
I suppose, I suppose,
It’s alright,
Cuz I suppose,
That’s just the way how things are.
Serendipitous Rambling 