Goodbye?

Goodbye, Farewell
But never to dwell,
In any one place,
It’s always a race.
To get to the finish line,
Well that would be fine,
Except that it’s always,
Down school hallways
And getting caught is too easy,
But the feeling is breezy,
As we race to the end
The people all blend
When we’re all too confused,
To figure a ruse
We must hurry fast,
For this feeling won’t last.
The feeling in which,
Finally we get the itch,
To stop saying Goodbye,
And instead reply,

Hello.