Time to leave

I am leaving my hometown soon, and it saddens me very much. It is in this time that i start to look back upon the memories from my stay here. Who knows, maybe these memories will be my antidote for survival in an Alien land and an Alien culture. This poem might get into those nuisances not holistically, but from an individualistic point of view.

It is time to leave,
and i go away from my house,
the mind is all emotinal,
and there are tears on my loved ones.

Friends and Family alike ask about the future,
but i cannot reply with certainty.
All this time, i cannot help but think about my own plight,
All this while, i am thinking about the past.

The Sunshine, the rain, and the chill is what i will remember.
Friends playing for long, talking about life, and admiring the garden,
all these images are replayed in my mind when i am leaving.
Taking a walk in the garden, talking about personal events,
all are impressioned in my mind when i leave.

I have already left,
but, in my mind, i carry the image of the lake.
I stop to see the Sun set and the dusk arrive.
Once again, an alien land beckons, and the start
of a new phase in life begins.

But, this new phase has promise, but will it have beauty,
that is the question that i will think.
Life as a grown up is really bitter,
because we need to think realistically.

I have already left,
but i will never leave behind the memories.
All friends, beauty and serenity,
is what an ideal life should be.
Perhaps, that can only be in our mind,
and with that we drift in the time of life.