time-rose

It is time to get back to the beginning again,

Unless the beginning has already begun.

Not the same roads to Hell or Heaven as before,

But those nooks and crannies that were missed,

Left behind from fear of being surprised

Or discouraged.

It is time to get back with a new eye

On the same paths that held many truths,

Where many people called friends were left behind.

There will be no youth to walk beside,

And yet there will be experiences from yesterday,

Not all good or bad or marvelous, just new or plain.

It is time to script again the life plan,

With no beginning or end.

Just a few more pages in the same journal

Where people now appear distant or close,

In the new worlds that are revealed over a joke,

Yes, but all is well again.