As one journey ends
Another begins
If that wasn’t the case,
Then where would we be?
Stuck, forever, on a dead chunk of life,
Floating across an infinite sea?
But no, when one door closes, another opens
And for all we know
This keeps happening
An endless cycle of start and end
Spring to fall
Friend to friend
And though to say goodbye is sad,
It’s not the first.
It’s not the last.
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