I've packed many suitcases,
I'm too far from the start.

I've been in so many places
But never in your heart.

The kids over neat the tree of Silver, laced in
Gold
Smelling the fragrance and touching the bayberries
A soothing practice allowed by a few nobles
Ones with fortress gestures and knitted crowns
Seeping into the further furnace
Desires, lifeless beauty pregnant
Flames burning blue
Washing the window of tomorrow
If there ever was a pane for pain
Broken glass shattered at last
All the kids play beneath the Silver Tree
Laced in Gold,
Laced in Gold

Time we have been together
All come back to me now.
I don’t want to go away
But you left me no choice.
The places we visited
The nights we spent in each other’s arms
The movies we watched
The gifts we exchanged
The parties we rocked together
The promises we made
The tight hugs
The passionate kisses
The songs we sang together
The tough times
The happy moments
All are coming back to me.
I wonder whether
It is the day of parting
Or the day of gathering?
But this is the final good bye.
But this is the final good bye.

You have brains in your head
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself any
direction you choose.
You are on your own.
And you know what you know. And you are the guy who will decide where to go.
By Dr.seuss

I never used to tell you the names of my favourite places
But I would make them seem so remarkable in your head
That they would become places you couldn’t resist going to
And I was the only one with the map to the location

I never wanted you to know where they were
So that when you came to me, you wouldn’t go to them without me
I wanted to share my favourite places with you
And make them our favourite places

But today, I sent a letter to you in the mail
With a list of all of my favourite places
Because I want you to still get to enjoy them
Even though I will not be there to appreciate them with you

Cars all driving off
To work in a rush,
For fear of missing the same
Old thing.

Wind is desperately
Trying to move me,
But it isn't going to do
A thing.

Things all running,
Rushing, flying out to see
New places, but never stay
So long to look.

We could all be
Going somewhere,
If we stayed
A while to look.

Look at the footprints,
Running through the
Grass, all so
Unaware.

Trying to mark
Something, somewhere.
But where? Well they're
Unaware.

Unaware of the world
Turning us where it
Disappears

Holding onto dandelions
Thinking maybe I could
Disappear