Pack your bags, time to move on
This adventure has ended, so has the story
Its time to change the book, or flip another page?
A new chapter, is it?
Oh I wish it was another book.
A hard cover with a pretty front face, tempt me to open it
And start again.
For its time to lose what you gained
Leave behind things you don’t need, free people who want to be freed
Set your sails in line, the tide is coming in
And it is strong. It will carry you away from the coast
Then it will be just the sea, and I will play the old man?
Hemmingway would be proud, I will throw the line
And catch my fish.
Not a moment to lose, its time to forget the old, purple, bluish bruise
The clock is ticking and its the eleventh hour, the end is near
They say that time is an illusion but why is it that it’s the needles that I fear?
No more will I lament
Gone are they, no traces left
So many cries, I cried. So many tears shed.
Screaming into the pillow, all those stories unsaid
Taken, no goodbyes
No post cards to wait for
Its been long, and longer still
Your face is blurred today
My memories weak
I miss you every day, I do
But now, no more eulogies for you.