Preparations for farewell

I think time don't just fly, they teleport or travel in the speed of sound...

theres only 3 papers left to a final ridiance of school, a part of me wants to get it over and done with, yet the other wants to drag it...for i'm still afraid of endings..but nothing seeming ends but just fade off into the uncontrasting background,slither through a crack in the wall..

however the papers left me dried, withered, dehyrdated..i never felt so confident-less about my exams, furthermore its the big paper this time...yes for a certificate, and reluctantly am i to say, this piece of "thing" would determine the path in front( obvious -.-;; )

For after a few more days, we'll disperse, friends that we have would definately fade off regardless of their greatness or how magnificient is their ability to harness our nature, yet its only a matter of time, they fade lighter and lighter with every second...for our human nature passively and instinctly search for new companions in a new environment, for nothing would stays the same...we're alike chameleons,changing our painted skins rentlessly...

Yet with comfort,our memories will reside for the periods of centuries, till we rot and disintegrate away, we'll remember, we once had this undescribable journey together..

reluctantly i will sooner raise the arm of mine and wave a goodbye with a wield up teary eye..

Preparations for farewell

Friends i've searched and found,
for a horizon we'll walk upon
together we face the wall
as one by one, we'll slowly fall

towards the fingers of time
as silently as we would mime
for the fear of letting all out
from those mouths seemingly pout

grazing through reluctantance
choiceless we left the stance
for no more reason we're left to fend
as the numbers slowly drop by the clock's hand

There will always be a had been
from our own eyes it'll be seen
but physical it'll be a past
a story that'll always last

We move on towards future
unable to change by our rituals
theres a thousand and one path to choose
how would us possible pick the same

We once together looked like an art
flawless with imperfections
yet the pieces would come to part
for it'll always move, the reflections

Sent off, we'll be gone
return, we won't be one
but, i know about our fun
as long as we're under the sun

no appropariate farewells left to say
as the story slowly fades to grey..


Sigghhhss...lol like i said, afraid of endings...since then and now



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