Rough draft of an original
I’ll lead by example and take flight.
This is my chance, this morning light.
With nothing left but to take a stand,
I want what I can’t have, no one to take hand.
I’ll see this time as something I have learnt from,
I’ll look back and have something to reflect on.
This is my home, a place I have created,
These are my people, my own truth I have stated.
Time here, is nearly done.
The clocks have stopped, early morning sun.
Clouds are spreading, dawn is coming.
You’re eyes are wet, my mind is humming.
Let’s leave this chapter, it’s at it’s end.
Its time to stop, not time to pretend.
I’ll let you go, my house, my home.
As a door opens, another’s at it’s close.
