I will let it happen

All the change

The packing up and moving out

The sentimental good byes

The not-so-sentimental ones

Everything moving

The ground no longer a rock

But more like sand

Yet I’m ready

To walk on this sand

I’m ready

To pick up and leave

Go and be someone else

Or be me yet have a new setting

Something ELSE

Something more

All this change

Its time