Once again, I must go, some stay, others don't
If I return, the river will have changed
A new stream, a new world constructed
Better or worse, I cannot say, only different
In a life of goodbyes, a home can't be built
True friends are but an abstraction
Temporary comfort and adventures
Floating about, drifting slowly away
Stories are told, but quickly forgotten
Sweet memories fading with time
Yesterday's snapshot, blurred by today
And by tomorrow's ominous approach
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