I wonder if leaving's always so strange
It's like I'm here but like I'm not here though
Now all is twist and jump and rearrange
Yet I have nought to give, and nought to show.
So I step back and take my final bow
And all the words of leaping faith come true
For I know it will be OK somehow
Though I have no idea what I will do.
And gradually these pressures dissipate
As slowly I begin to do what's meant,
And, not a second early or too late,
I give back the accoutrements I've lent.
While everybody busy plans next year,
I'm simply left alone just standing here.
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