Goodbye to old bonds

Its been a long road. But it has come to a junction. Should I be giddy at the end? Or mournful for the jurney? Travelers in my caravan Have step off the road and left before. Some walked away, Some simply died. But I have come to my turn. And I know not how to feel. I look around at familiar faces. Some I love. Some I hate. But we are all joined By this path we've chosen. Some of us didn't want to choose it. Some of us think it is the only path. But all of us Are here regardless. But now, Only now And never again. I have the chance to leave. And I know not how to feel.