No one seems to know, where it is, that a smile begins, or, the deep causes of a frown, that leaves such lines upon the brow.
No one seems to know, how to keep something, once it is found, or, to find it over and over again, for nothing stays the same.
No one seems to know the future is just a promise, the past is all that’s already spent, and you’ve nothing more, than what you hold in your empty hands, just now.