On the brink of letting go,
the future slips at my fingertips.
It’s sad that I might never know,
what the future holds if I hold on.

At the point of no return,
the pages pass and bridges burn.
It’s weird that I might never go,
where I once had been, once I move on.

But it’s the start of a brand new day,
the sun shines bright in a brand new light.
I’ll learn to live, to laugh, and play,
in a brand new place and a brand new way.

It’s well past time that I move on,
the future calls beyond these walls.
It’s better to miss what’s already gone,
than to miss the chance of moving on.