What I Have Come To Realize

The crow caws in the evening park, So I know my work isn't done, I hear people call on the streets in the morning, So I know my work isn't done, I hear the children around me call for milk, So I know my work isn't done, I hear the sand slipping slowly, So I know my work isn't done. No matter how I tried, To lay down my agency, And tried to turn a blind heart, I know my work has barely just begun.