i've been here and i've stayed there,
encountered a lot of events,
met a lot of people;
some were nice and some were less nice,
wise and less wise,
friendly and just... faintly aloof.

there are traces of my steps everywhere i go,
and there are faces which i miss so dearly,
and there are places where i've wandered to.

and for all the paths i've crossed,
without a doubt,
have always been transient.

there is a recurring pattern,
with an awkward introduction and a poignant separation,
of saying hellos and waving goodbyes.