I don't really know how to say this,
Because I don't really know what I'm thinking.
Better yet, I don't really know how to think it.
It's a new feeling;
A new emotion.
Better yet, a newness to the feelings and emotions
I've felt many times before.
Each dawn feels like the first dawn of my life.
The dawn of a new beginning.
Better yet, a sunrise to a new way of old living.
I'm living ten thousand lives,
all within my own.
Each day is a symbol of my rebirth.
I don't quite understand,
Though I realize now,
That I don't have to understand.
Because I'll still live the morrow either way.
The sky seems bluer on this day than any other,
Even in its' pale gray state.
The air is fresher,
And the leaves fall evermore swiftly
Than I've seen them fall before.
I reach back as far as my memories will go,
To bring forth my first winter.
Yet these moments of frost
Eclipse even the freshness of memories from my most primal recall.
I've lived many days and seen many things,
It is during this day that I first grew up.
Better yet, it is during this day,
That I first opened my eyes.