There's something beautiful about the man who leaves, knowing more about himself.

Knowing more about the world.

Knowing more about you.

About me.

Never knowing about the man next to him, and yearns to.

There's something ugly about the man who leaves,

and discovers he will never know.

There's something amazing about goodbyes, knowing that you're ready to say it.

Knowing that you're comfortable saying it.

Knowing it will set you free.

Set me free.

Never knowing about the future, and looks forward to.

There's something insignificant about the man who never says goodbye,

and finds out that he's still tied to a bond which he'll never break.