Restart

Sometimes it's worth starting over.

Stopping by and reconsidering.

Life ain't worth living without regret.

So it begins once, again, once, for all, maybe, so, not, all, whatnoteverandwherever.

Thus it rebegins, it rerestarts, spinning like webs made of spiders which forgot time and melded truth in their silk.

Maybe my sky will drive me away.

Maybe I should begin.

Go and be. That's what this tells me.