It's time to say it
That cruel, senseless word
which hovers an uncertainty
of whether we will meet again

Goodbye,
to a whole world of possibilities
to a whole world of me
As I return with reluctance
to reality
where truths are like splinters
to what is easy
Where realistic and good
are faithful enemies
and I must choose
one,

and I can't do it alone
I'm blind for where to start
I can't see where to turn

So Goodbye,
It's been wonderful
I know I must be strong
Goodbye, to all the ropes which
I know must now be torn

Still, a space will linger
in the center of my heart
for all the friends,
memories,
faces

But most of all
the future,
for this
      is not goodbye.