Transience

I'll say goodbye tomorrow, to the faces I long to see;

Move through a sea of faces that mean nothing to me. 

Searching for a warmth I can hold dear,

But it fades to a cold façade the closer I draw near. 

Why can't I float along and grow as a dandelion where I land?

I long to fall back in place, once again a flower in your hand. 

This journey moves us all forward whisking through this transient life.

All seem to seek refuge beyond the worries and strife. 

We bid goodbye too soon to the ones we wish we knew

And to the ones that we knew well, the sweet dandelion that we blew. 

I will take tomorrow and all the mysteries it brings,

As long as I can keep my yesterdays, their remnants blowing in the breeze.