This is the last thing, the final time,
No more words, no reason, no rhyme.
I won’t reach out, I won’t pretend,
This is my adieu, this is the refrain.
I’ll vanish far, where no one sees,
Where names are lost in distant breeze.
No one will call, no one will care,
And I won’t leave a shadow there.
Every memory
I’ll let it fade,
Like old songs that silence played.
I’ll forget it all, I’ll close that door,
I won’t come back, not anymore.
But the last song I once replayed,
The one I quietly screen-recorded and saved
That one stays, a soft goodbye,
A sound that holds what I can’t cry.
I won’t return, won’t turn around,
I’m searching now for quieter ground.
A place like Innisfree — still and wide,
Where I can breathe and safely hide.
So this is it
No need to try.
No second thoughts. Just one last sigh.
No one will notice, no one will see...
But maybe that's how it was meant to be.
Ceaselessly striving like an asymptote