There will be no tearful farewells
There will be no idealistic promises
To remain friends forever
There will be no wistful sighs and no one will cry
This will be a different goodbye!
There will be no clear directions
Only a million different options
Awaiting and beckoning are difficult paths
There will be no comforting beds, no welcoming abodes
This will be a different crossroads...
There will be no looking back
Decisions weighed in white or black
Choosing your own destiny, leading life
There will be no regrets, only living in the moment
This will be a different present.
