I say it’s time,
and it’s not a crime.
So gather your things,
leave and see what the future brings.
The tears you shed,
and the things unsaid,
leaves anything but hurt,
but still there’s mirth.
Overall, it’s a great time.
Both the sad and the happy rhyme.
It’s enough in the end,
and your heart you have to mend.
The clock ticks,
and the future kicks.
So leave and become ready,
as in a small time, you’ll be free.
*inspired by the music played by my father outside my room
*no photo as my aesthetical inspiration today