An arrow sailing through my heart,
My future's vision torn apart.
A disagreement, small but strong.
A short-lived stance with impact long.

The dream I dreamed for many years,
Culminating in many tears.
I suppose I should move on,
There's nothing left, my hope is gone.

I wonder what I'm going to do
With the promise that I made you,
Now that hope has died inside.
Unwittingly, it seems I've lied.

I wonder where to go from here.
Anger, uncertainty and fear.
The road ahead, unlit and dark.
The contrast with my past so stark.

I do not know what I will do.
Rejected once again, like you.
I do know this, I'll move along.
My head held high, still standing strong.

A door now shut, the rest ajar,
And overhead a shooting star.
A faint twinkle to light my way,
Perhaps I'll find a home someday.

I recall all you taught me,
Every vivid memory.
I hoist my pack and move along,
My head held high, and standing strong.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 734 AF.