Anew

New beginnings require new places.
New beginnings are new stories, with brand new faces.
New stories require new ink, new quills, and new sheets.
New smells. New lights. Foot loose and no laces.

That inner Voice is keeping me awake.
Time to pay it more attention and lend it a quill.
That quill that cannot any longer hold still,
Will break down closing walls for tomorrow's sake.

That urge is going to drive me ill.
I better dust off and get busy until
I do whatever I must do to fulfil
This dream I have. My destiny. My will.