I wonder how it would be,
To return to the beginning.
The beginning-
where all things restart,
where all things can begin once more.
Erase your mistakes,
and fix what was broken.
Yet still,
The beginning is a hard place to be,
a difficult place to dwell upon.
We run in circles,
afraid to move forward,
petrified to look back.
And still.
the only way we move is backward,
It is the only thing familiar,
the only thing that's safe.
Unfamiliarity scares us,
yet the past scares us as well.
Which way are we to move,
but in a circle?
A great never-ending circle,
only reminding us of our past mistakes,
of our flaws.
Our past frightens our future,
our future is afraid of our past,
redundancy keeps us in line,
monotony keeps us from not knowing,
not understanding our present,
only to remember our past,
for our past frightens our future.
