Ways

I know not your ways
Though I am well versed with the game.
I grasp on to little findings
Clutch on to them tight.

Still I know,
Two steps from here,
What I learnt wont be the same,
It wont be the same game.

Soon, everything around me will change
What I've clutched on to will remain.
It's need however
Will begin to slowly fade.

Before I know it
They will leave stains.