The thing is when I sit with this pen in my hand,
I drift off to a far off land.
It is like I am sitting on this grass,
waiting for time to pass.
When a friend of mine got up and left,
I felt like it was the ultimate theft.
Now another kid, who I did not know,
decided it was time to go.
Its never right to say goodbye,
so early, without telling us all why.
Goodbyes are never easy,
let alone the eternal ones, those just make me queasy.
The thing is you don't realize
that when you cut the ties
to you and your life,
the inner strife
we will all have in our head,
until we are, as well, dead.
RIP
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