It is the beginning of the end,
the end of the beginning.
My time here is fading fast,
Yet so much remains
For building bridges,
Burning others,
Moving in and moving out,
Changing almost as much as the weather.

The time has come to find myself,
Who really lives inside this hardened shell
Underneath all of the memories,
The heap of heartaches
That consume my true happiness,
Which can only come with change.