I must go away, my friend
he solemnly proclaimed
as if life would slow or even end
were he to stay the same

far off lands and horizons new
he felt beneath his skin
as in the past, he'd often flew
to places still where he'd begin

the ending of a desp'rate journey
the closing of a chapter once writ
where hearts again could yearn, he
softened his soul so that it

could breathe again, to fly once more
to live with passion o'er the clouds
that covered his simple eyes grown sore
with discouragements and doubts

weep not for me you could hear him say
it's recess time, and I've simply gone to play