It’s never too late to admit that you were wrong, when the journey has made you wise enough to know the time has come, to end the tradition.nnWe came this far, to admit that we were wrong and the time we wasted, has made us who we are.nnThough the recovery has just begun, it will one day be complete,nWe are forever in transition, blazing paths of radical change.nnWith our interest in good intentions, satisfied.nWe leave with peace even though we failed, knowing at least we tried.nnLessons learned, perspective earned, clear sight on the highway drive at night.nA bigger picture is on the horizon, and the view is easy on the eyes.nnIt was what it was but it will be no more.nFrom now on we are only going forward (without you).nFor no more will we invest our time.nRepairing unions or rekindling old fires.nnThe highway was once the only thing between us, but it is all that connects us now.nSever all ties! Cut your losses and run!nOne thing that we have learned, from the cycle of repetition,nPatterns of negative thought always bring you back to the same old places.nnNo more will we waste our time, with those who have lost touchnNo more will we reach out to them, or let them come to usnLet the void of your presence, be the voice that speaks in your turnnAnd let the ashes of the past be sifted by those who let it burn.nnNo more will we gather, on occasion in the same placenNo more will we continue to recognize a common faithnNo more will we travel, long distances to maintain our bondnNo more will we unite as one, this is the end of tradition.nnAt opposite ends of a void, the highways divide us forevermore!