Fundaes

As the night falls and morning rises,
Dreams churn out many surprises,
A flock of gulls flying past surmises,
Oh who knows how the time goes by

As the journey is more than the destination,
Getting there is a fascination,
Far away where the birds make station,
Nobody knows how the time goes by

In my humble abode I wonder,
What happens when the lighting strikes thunder,
And the flock gets a little slender,

Oh how did the closure comes by,

Oh who knows how the time goes by