as the years go by, a hope

And so the years go by, such the time flies away,
like pages flipping in the wind,
like leaves of an autumn evening,

not knowing where the wind will take us,
not knowing where the story will resume,

we are at once the traveler and the onlooker.


But the times are a changing,
it was meant to pass by,
the leaves had to fall,
for new ones to spring high,


to accept is not to resign,
but to open the arms wide,

the change can be welcomed,
adorned and cognized.


it is about this moment,
and that it becomes the next and the next.

it is accepting the transients,
and understanding the eternal and invariant.

The innocence isn't lost,
only forgotten or asleep.