It isn't like the beginning.
The beginning is fast.
Never a dull moment, building from
scratch
Or remaking, breathing in new life to
last,
Creating the great, or the comfortable,
good,
Where you can craft moments as only you
would.
This creeps up on you, the forgetting
the score,
The unlooked-for realization – it's
no beginning anymore.
Your vision, the others, they're moving
away.
You find you have hardly your old role
to play.
It's never the easiest thing to do,
Stepping aside for the next batch of
you.
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