You can’t have a fresh start,
New thoughts cannot erase who you have been,
Like a new work of art,
It is not the rising sun that marks time,
But its trip ‘cross the sky,
Each moment on this earth it shines upon,
And on the other side,
Embrace your past under the light it lived,
The same light ‘round the Earth,
All the minutiae that finally led,
To your very own birth,
The good and bad,
They both contributed,
At the end of the day just ask yourself,
Were your actions circumstanc’lly suited?
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