We are moving to an end of a starting everyone in their own ways till we meet again All the different fields and the new faces collision of different thoughts till we think again goodbyes are never good or are they? moving on to a new chapter till i see you again the green skies …
Change In the familiar room the walls feel near, The clock keeps time in measured air, Old trophies tilt their quiet heads, And ask me softly to remain there. The future knocks with padded hands, I press my back against the side; My hands fold maps of yesterday, And feel the floor become a …
