Departure

It is a long road.
Twisting and winding through
The quagmire of times past, present and future.
The goal is clear, yet so distant.
The journey short, yet lingering.

Harsh is the realisation of fate and
I am inebriated by my own procrastination.
I’m paying the price for settling into an impossible dream.
I despair while
I lavish myself in the exuberance of incompetence
It’s intent is absorbed.

The time is nigh,
I must strive for safety,
For contentment,
For clear passage to future quagmires and
I must tender my parting sorrows

Farewell,
Auf Wiedersehen,
Adeus,
Arrivederci.

Goodbye ...