The constant coming and going
Of friends never known.
If I can look you in the eyes,
I can look into my own.

For you have to leave now
And naturally, I will weep;
But, in the ever changing current
We lullaby each other to sleep.

But who is here who would know
That the constant incessant flow
Is natural and beautiful.
He is no where to be found:

He is always on the go.