Leaving winter for spring. Leaving spring for summer. Summer for autumn. Autumn for winter, and all over again.

Leaving preschool for primary, primary for middle, and middle for high. From high school to college and then you leave those years behind and find a your place in the adult world.

Full of jobs and revolving around money. Eventually you leave the stress, you leave it for happiness for you’ve found your place.

Later, you leave that place, maybe find another—leave it. At some point your tired and you leave working behind.

You rest and enjoy what time is left. But then, you leave that too. You leave the world you knew, the world you shared with so many people, the time is now gone. Maybe even you didn’t get all of it, I’m glad though for the short years I’ve had.

I’m leaving them behind now. To where I’m headed I do not know. I know where I’ve been and I’m sad to leave it, but it must stay behind as I continue.

Or maybe, I don’t. I don’t know, but my time is spent and now I must leave.