Something insightful.

There are things that come and go,
And where they go, nobody knows.
Everything disappears after one point,
and sometimes, you hope to come back,
so you see what you've been missing.

There are times that come and go,
And where they go, nobody knows.
It just ticks tocks, tick tocks,
As the wind blows.
It makes you feel insignifigant.

There are people that come and go,
And where they go, nobody knows.
Faces flash back,
Some who cannot place,
And then you feel guilty.

These are the times when you wish for a mustache.