I've got a past here, but every past life, is only a stepping stone to the shore. Though i can't see the shore yet, i can see the last few stepping stones in the river. Will i reach the shore, before i must give myself to the raging river? Time will tell i guess, but for now i must step onto the next stone and leave the past stones behind me for good.
But then again, who knows...? Maybe i will find a boat, able to take me up the stream some time ones again, so that i can see those past stones, which helped me reach who i am and who i'm going to be.
This is goodbye, my life is showing me new stones. This is goodbye, my current stone is burning my feet. So i say goodbye... maybe i'll see you on the shore.
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