“I who have died am alive again today”

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.