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| Image: Discover Magazine |
By
Abe Onche
Think of me again as a new creation
As the time of rebirth heralds itself
And as I contemplate the vast potentials
Of a new year, a new life
With each new day we are born again
As much as the sun’s face
Differs from one hour to the next
And perhaps we do not feel it
But the shadows of change
Are seen best at dawn and dusk
Rebirth is as real as we choose
We reason, recount, repent, resolve
To surpass our heroes, our ideals
The student who seeks mastery
To be a master of oneself
It is because we choose to see our fate
That we are able to make our destiny
So do not take lightly these moments of rebirth
Weigh well the life in your years, recount them
While it may seem we merely add numbers
To a journey toward the inevitable
That number is also a birth: moulded, tainted
Like the smoothest pottery or the stained glass
