Goodbye

The green of grass the blue of sky
And all that is found in between
The great emptiness between is freedom, a huge supply.

What once was now it is not
Everything happens as it should
Yet peace is a thought and not serene

If I attempt I know I could
Escape from that which holds me back
Returning then to what feels good

Gaining again what I now lack
If you see the word through my eye
You’ll, no doubt, see the world pitch black

I can’t live my life like a lie
Now I must learn to say goodbye