Rambling Nomad

these eyes
theyre not ready for sad goodbyes
tearful farewells
they're not ready for that hell

these hands
they're not ready to wave that wave
elbow elbow, wrist wrist
fake a smile, clench a fist

its not goodbye
if I sleep through it
I won't pack my bags
its not goodbye
I just have to live through it
I'll be back at year's end
and will I have a place?
no car with which to move
no worth I've yet to prove.

this is the end
and the beginning
and so many things

but it doesn't begin
until I pack
but it feels too final
and I can't turn back