All Good Things Come to an End

I don’t know whether I am about to see a light or about to experience the dark

I don’t feel like walking but I need to walk

Even if I don’t want to, there would be no place to stand

Maybe I should have a little faith

Had some but I guess I’m still processing

I have not yet rip nor prepared to leave

Maybe I should just let go,

be thankful and walk forward

Cherishing the last few drops,

while preserving what’s left

Time to convince myself,

that all good things come to an end

that it is finally the time

to say goodbye.