Leaving

It hurts to leave

It hurts to detach oneself apart

It hurts to go on leaving

It would mean to break one’s heart

 

To leave as if there is much freedom

Is destruction in a short while

the fear of infinite boredom

the end of everything guile

 

Leaving is for the Open

The colossus bound of fate

The future bespeaks the Omen

For the Lesser and the Great

 

For to leave is to face a destiny

A choice to heed the call

To converge the thoughts divergent

To decide once and for all

 

For leaving is but loving

The first act of the free

The second is deciding

The third, who knows? We’ll see

 

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