Goodbye By Byron Juno

My way is not that far my path is not that black tar my bicycle is deflated but your heart is inflated i go in peace and war the way i came all i see in my eye is a blank game your yellow pale face turning shifts like a phase the crescent waits for me as the horizon sinks deep in the tree roses are now dried our wedding ring is now fried let me go my way till i will forget this day