And so in earnest truth,
This is where it stays.
Honest hope long forgotten,
A road now phased.
Is it best to be forgotten?
When no real word of you left rings true,
When distance sets its accordance.
And I no longer have a voice in seeing you,
Then again it was expected,
This is where life always goes.
While one flies in one direction,
The other stays and flows.
So I am glad you have what you wanted,
Maybe that's where you're meant to be.
Better than the alternative,
Wasting time on an old fool like me.