Done

That feeling that you get
When the world is not all it should be
That reality you sense
When you realize it's time for a change.

Like it or Love it,
Despair or Despise it,
This Thing is really happening:
The change is impending.

It's been inevitable, hasn't it?
Why is anyone shocked?
(Or was this their intent all along?)
This place is not my home, I sing.

How does the song go...?
Yes, this place is not my home,
I'm just-a passing through...
Through--from This to That.

If only I could see the That.
If only I could know it for myself.
Where am I headed, what shall I do?
Now that it's official: I'm Done.