Once in a while, I come to see How long it's been Me stuck in sea, Waves are trading I am moving It reaches the end, NOT ME Once in a while I come to see What's going around me Not so far Not so near Everything ends in A blink of tear Doesn't it know how to fear? Always holding isn't near!
Some things are unavoidable. A day isn't a day when things are not there. Always found of them and the very next second they disappear, this makes us upset. Not only things sometimes missing a person also does the same. The only difference is when things are gone we complain, when a person leave we move forward.