Praying that every day will be my last

Is getting old

I fear optimism

Because I fear disappointment

But when all the signs point north

It is best to head in that direction

Like the death tarot

My intentions are often misunderstood

But the moon is always shining

Even if it is covered by clouds

A bird may always have its nest

But does a bird not migrate when it becomes winter?

When the going gets tough

It is best to move forward

Than to stay where you are

And merely pray for the best

Saying goodbye is never easy

And moving forward is rarely uncomplicated

But if your spirit rests across the sea