Spring in September

What's revenge, what's remorse

to someone who refuses to be a captive of the past?

Dust on the road?

What's regret?

A second in infinity?

What's been spoken,

what's been done,

all unbroken,

all's begun

anew, de novo,

springtime, although

September's in the rain

and you're lost at sea,

this mind you once rived

is finally free.