Questions

What am I without you?

Where am I?

Who am I?

My friends are my mirrors.

Without them, I cannot see my own reflection.

My friends are my anchor.

My lighthouse.

Without them, I'm lost to sea,

Tossed in a churned ocean;

A raging storm.

How far will we go before we come back?

Different states?

Different coasts?

Different countries?

Different hemispheres?

Will we ever come back?

Is everything that we had just gone to the wind

Now that we are growing up and going off on our own paths?

Do we just forget and move on?

I don't know if I can do that.

You mean the world to me, and what do you do when your world is gone?

You're stuck in space.

A wierd twilight zone of confusion and chaos.
But the chaos doesn't matter

And the confusion makes no difference.

It is inevitable and unavoidable.

These changes are rapid fire,

And they take no prisoners.

Is it all or nothing?

Do we have to say goodbye?