In transitions, we find our way,

To a new environment, where we’ll stay.

Blending in with the unknown,

Like pink dust, our essence is sown.

Visuals dance in constant change,

As the sun paints its vibrant range.

Picturesque memories, long gone,

In the fabric of time, they have withdrawn.

Last call echoes through the night,

Signaling departure, dimming the light.

Leaving behind what was once dear,

With hope for new beginnings, we steer.