Strange things can come to pass,
But most waves bring plain things.
Most days are like most days,
Which seems strange, in some way.
Non-Stop
I think it’s time we went,
But I doubt that we’ll go.
One and by one, we’ll go,
But in sum, we’ll grow more.
When I’m gone, and you’re gone,
And they’re gone, we’ll go on.
In Sum
We call the past what’s gone.
The past is not what’s gone.
The past is what’s still here
That hints how much has gone.
