Farewell and Goodbye.
Thursday, December 16, 2010 @ 5:15 PM
Raging, past the ocean's tide.
Glancing past the sun, I ride.
Wondering where to run, I dive.
I wonder: Am I really alive?
Living in this empty shell, called a body.
Living in a world quite hauty.
Where, the bitter realization that things change.
You're not in range.
It hurts. It stings. It's deja vu.
It's cold and brutal... and true.
So, when truth brings us, down, what do we do?
I went to you.
But now, you're not there.
I'm out of your hair.
All I can say is:
Goodbye.
Why, not 'farewell'?
Either words, could tell.
Well and good.
Good and bye.
Be well. Be good.
Fare, and bye.
Same thing, right?
I know. I try.
But... why not farewell?
Maybe goodbye, is meant to be?
Maybe farewell, implies we were two and two?
Not three and three?
Because the thought of three and three makes you ill.
But you accepted three and three.
When it was always two and two.
Me and you.
So, three and three,
I'll let stay, and be.
