A loss of one life, yet a gain of another

Flourish into something needing to discover

A gentle creation, born for education

If not what I want, then for my reputation

Yearning, aching, practically starving

For what? Hopefully something charming

The beginning of everything does not dally

And in this case they all say it’s right up my alley

Whatever I want, this is the true finale

Train stations only take you so far

I find my feet walking on the floor so bizzare

Waves crashing in my stomach, bursting to fly

I fear to the learning I want, I must say goodbye