Don’t get me wrong;
It’s a good line.
It's about the chance to start again;
That’s a good concept.
It’s just...
I think it harbors conflicting undertows.
</ and this is the sun’s birthday>
So it’s definitely about a fresh start.
The part eating me is an implicit erasure.
I can start over all I want,
But can I change what already happened?
Not so much.
It doesn’t do well
To erase the past.
So where does that leave me?
Every start line has a finish line,
As every book has an opening and a close.
And both keep records of themselves.
I can retrace my steps.
I can reread books.
But I can’t un-travel my path;
I can’t unread a book.
So what can I do with a new day?
I can get off the trail
And pick another.
I can close the book
And open another.
All before I cross that end mark.
