Questions

Those questions sometimes dawn on me

Of what the future’s going to be.

But all I know for sure

Is – Autumn follows Summer.

Then winter puts its heavy seal,

The earth is covered in white veil.

And when it’s finally turn for Spring

And my head begins to swing –

Those questions in my head still ring

Of what the future’s going to bring.

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