this poem won't be here very long
as it's set to venture out on its own
taking on its on life, tossing me to the side
and after all i've done to help in its write

this poem would like to see all the sites
from one end to the other of dizzying heights
not wanting to sit on the page as its ink fades
with the yellowing of paper wasting away

this poem is packing its bag of all of its rhyme
preparing itself for its long goodbye flight
with all other poems wondering whats going on
as this poem ventures out on its own