Today is the first day of the rest of my life I wake as a child to see the world again on monarch wings and birthday wonderings want to put on faces walk in the wet and cold and look forward to my growing old to grow is to change to change is to be new to be new is to be young again I barely remember when my memories are stolen by the morning blotted out by the sun's hypnotic eye Today is the first day of the rest of my life I wake as a child to see the world begin on monarch wings and birthday wonderings want to put on faces walk in the wet and cold and look forward to my growing old