Good Night, Good Luck, and Goodbye

And when you get here

You’re not given instructions

There is no given code to follow

There are no sets of laws

Guidelines hold no meaning

And we tore up the diagrams long ago

There is no set path you have to follow each day

No directions in which to travel,

You’re not given a reason

And I believe we threw out our rhyme,

Leaving behind beats and tempo

You’re not told what colour to paint your feelings

Nor are you given a script from which to recite

There is no tab A inserted into slot B

Maps were never drawn, signs never created

And GPS is now a thing of the past,

But I believe you’ll know which way to go

And when you get here

You will see

You have to make all of it up

And you have to do it

All by yourself