And the time is near,
I have my eyes filled with tears,
No doubt, I will miss this place and being here, for I have spent more than two years of my life in the shed here.
It's high time, I pack my bags, go back to the place I came from, my roots wait for me there.
Unpack the bags, put them to rest, as I look around and live for sometime in my nest.
And then after some fine time, get ready for another journey, to, I don't know where and just walk to shed/share my tears and laughter in that place for my time being there.
It's my time to leave this place,
Walk away without leaving back any trace, of I being here.
Let me bow down to this space, for being my restroom while I was running in some pointless race.
And now, with the god's grace,
I should leave this place. But,
Keep in mind to keep no trace of mine.