at the beginning of the morning,
it is just meat the end of the night,
it is just mepeople come and go in between,
in different roles
in different situations
in different places
at different times
for different amounts of timeit seems I'm either too closed off
or I'm not taking enough time to find myselfwhich is it
on this fine sunday evening
would you tell me please
could you
I think I already know the answer