Moving On

Time to move on, time to progess,
What happens now is anybody's guess.
The road ahead is now unclear,
One thing's for sure - I can't stay here.

As the years slip by things appear to get worse,
Who knows? Perhaps I'm a victim of cruel, wicked curse,
Nothing I do seems to make a difference,
Am I unlucky? It just doesn't make sense.

A New Beginning is perhaps what I need,
A fresh hope springing from a new seed.
Where this is planted I can't yet say,
To succeed I must let no-one stand in my way.

Friends may come, friends may go,
If yu're lucky the friendship will deepen and grow.
All of mine however end up going the other route,
I feel discarded, like a smelly old boot.

Family is the one thing I can count upon,
And they are ones I shall tell where I've gone.
Perhaps one or two others, before I start my new life,
The rest? I can't be doing with all the strife.

Please don't worry, please don't fret,
As I haven't made my decision yet.
Soon I'll need to start my journey towards the gate,
Because the other option I don't want to contemplate.