These thunderstorms They wane and wander Similar to the days I've pondered If youth and freedom hold the key To contentedness and joy Cause with each passing year I'm finding It easier to keep unwinding With every doubt and question still Left without answers So here I lay my heart to rest My loneliness, my aching head Too many things misunderstood So many more to come yet I'm not the first and not the last To notice that as time has passed The only thing remaining the same Is how consistently life goes on