Moving Away Moving away; It's not something you think about every day; To uproot yourself and start again, reset the board and begin anew; Like an apple falling from a tree, leaving behind everything it has ever known; Hurtling towards the ground unto which it was sown; How far will I fall? Will I land safely? These questions burn at my mind, impossible to answer, I'm running out of time; All I know is the rush of the wind, waiting for the landing, just how hard will it be? Easy as 1-2-3 or like being stung by a bee? Speeding up as I hit the ground, oh what a sound, a new world where thoughts of growing and blossom are left fighting my fears; Terrified of floundering, but with strength to move on, which will prevail, my heart or my song?
