Tabula Rasa

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language 
and next year's words await another voice. 
And to make an end is to make a beginning.” 
       - T.S. Elliot 

I can’t deny that time is passing beyond my control.
I walked to a faux Mexican restaurant,
and discounted minutes from my existence.

(I added colors and people.)  

When I’m reminded that I can’t own time,
but that I can study it,
and maybe even collaborate with it.

(I'll always reflect and enjoy regret.)

For the first time in my life,
I have permanence,
less walls and more wishes coming true.

(I've added colors and moments and people.)  

When I wake up on January 3rd, I won’t think,
I'll just get moving, get active, get the body going.
Turn the colors on.