Begin
The pain has permeated into my partially scarred palm
Just begin
The other part of my palm was facing upwards
Raining, it has been pouring
Catching every fall
Every tear was deserved
To believe
Seeds see pretty lights in the distance
There is something I should know
About life
About death
About to end
About to begin
So far where I came from
Lost chances
Lost trails
Sick of poetry
Sick of myself
But I dig for water
Fountains of wisdom spring
And allow
To believe
To begin
Deep and fresh
Impossibilities
There is no chance but
But to begin
From where we came from
To where we’re going
Beginning
Lily-white
