I’m going to go.
I’m going to leave all of you behind.
I’m going to be nothing more
than a child’s story.
There once was a man,
with beautiful hair,
and beautiful thoughts,
and tried to keep a beautiful soul.
then one day, he moved.
shaved off all of his pretty hair.
corrupted his mind with the truth.
stopped trying to be perfect
cause he had learned the hard way
that he was he.
he was not she, nor they, not even it.
he let it go.
i let it go.
i’m going to leave all of you behind.
i’m no longer sorry.
you’ll never see me again.
you’ll never speak about me again.
you’ll never hear about me again.
you’ll never even think about me again.
i’ll be nothing but a syllable
in your verses of life.
and you;
nothing but vowels in mine.
i’m going to leave all of you behind.
and i’m no longer afraid to let it go.
life is just a ride.