So Long Harrisburg

My Friend,
         My friend,
Its Time to move on,
To start a new chapter,
             To leave this stagnant pond.     

My experience tells me  to expand,
                       these dreams of grandeur,
                   they sit ideally,
           hoping for a spark,


   Below our feet,
                    However,

The contentedness
         seeps into the basement,
                                    flooding,
           ruining packed up hopes
             and dreams from a previous life,

these skills dampened,
                    molding,
           decaying ,

stagnant conversations,
             repeated,
                  unfruitful,

no motivation,
     a tearful,
           departure,

No words come,
   With the key in the ignition,

                     Silence,

glaring eyes,
 
           upset but understanding,

A handshake heals old woulds,
          As we cast aside this bad blood,

Departing to conquer the world,
  with these imprinted memories,
        Our paths will cross again,

    But it will be like we left.