Born under the sign of the goat
with a moon in the sign of the double-minded twins
doing battle within, truly is it any wonder
that I hang on to the confusion 
of the past and all that
didn't last?

All the same, I forfeit the game
and burn up thirty years of questions, throwing it up
to the sun eclipsed by the moon and sprinkling
out stars everywhere. Assuming I survive
and you are still alive
let's hit reset.

And while I prefer to do it together
I will choose, whatever, to release the need for rehash
and practice again standing in the unknowing,
opting for a growing season, give up
my endless quest for reason
and smile

At all things made new.