When time is up, people have to leave.
Sometimes with a bid goodbye;
sometimes they rushed off.
Its not the end of their journey yet, just moving on to the next phrase of life.
Be happy for them, for embarking towards a new journey.
Every death born a birth.
Every end starts a beginning.
Every dusk brings a dawn.
Every cry carries a joy.
Its a cycle we can't see, but we can witness.
We're either standing here, or there.
Stand neither here nor there;
Step away and see this as a whole.
Like every sleep, we travel towards awakening.
Moan if we must to get through our selfishness
of not letting them go.
Set freedom to death for a new living.
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