Time is ticking away. I fear I cannot stay. Goodbyes must be fast, And soon in the past. My train is on the track. I don’t have time to pack. So sad to leave today, But what is there to say? Goodbye my dear for now As I take my last bow.
A rare commodity is solitude. It can be easily misunderstood. To be all alone with no one else around. You can do this in the air or on the ground. You can sail off in the blue sea, Or hop on a plane without me. We can all use some time alone. Without T.V. or telephone. Time to think about your goal. You will come back feeling whole.