Is it time to go yet?
To another place.
Yet, something has been left behind,
I don't know what?
But I look back
at time,
of smiling faces,
of coffee breaks,
and juicy tales.
Is it time to go yet?
To another phase.
have friends to keep,
No lonely cries or weeps,
living by the promises
made in the past.
The future,
bleak no more.
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Was it time to leave again?
So quick, you never waited long.
Showed, but, a fleeting glimpse of yourself,
Yet enough to make a place in my heart as you went.
Went again to another place, another city, another time.
I'm sure you will return
to this city of fluorescence, freaks and fuzzy fun.
The Drive.
The Music.
The Trains.
The Friendship.
We all await you.
We will be ready to welcome you when you feel it is no more time to roam.
When you decide to call this place your home.
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