The same old fork in the road,
It’s time for the glue to erode.
Our friendship taking it’s toll,
We cannot just let it roll.
It’s time for us to part,
On paths making our own art.
Our choices substantial.
It’s time for greater odes be written,
And small dreams be smitten.
Hard work through the night,
Making these days worth the fight.
It’s time you read this today,
And look back and say.
Worth it, may it be,
Hardwork and not happiness is the key.
This is where I go left and you go right,
On that picture, our grip becomes tight.
We’ll meet again on this crazy ride,
But for now it’s this great divide.