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