I don't have much time left. I see the clock ticking, slowly heading towards the numbers that I'm dreading. You were mine even just a few days ago and now I can't recognize you anymore. Its like the person I knew has changed completely behind the thick framed glasses. Beyond my racing heartbeat, I can hear the whistle nearing, calling out my name. And I will comply if you don't need me anymore. I will comply if my desperation to stay is futile, and I will comply, if 'strangers' are all we'll ever be from now on. So I am heading for the door, sending a silent prayer above, 'Mother earth, hold me one last time, for I'm saying my goodbye'