Complexities

For when the evening sun dips,
the tales come whispering hard.

What the boys are doing at random points,
Is but to announce their falling grace.

When are we left with no choice,
To join or let her go.

Confessing now to hold the evidence,
One must learn the hard way

When

When I walk alone, I see a lot,

When I walk with one more, I appreciate better and feel joy,

When I walk with more, the games begin,

When I walk with a crowd, I become part of it,

When I walk with the lot, I form a revolution,

When I walk alone, I feel good today