Beginnings and endings

All I have come to, is ending and beginning.

With seasons leisurely moving into another; 

I will molt revealing a naked and unabashed man wondering aimlessly through trials and tribulations set forth in bear traps,

Leading this man down a path I do not know with only hope of what’s to come to be merciful. 

This old skin dry,  flaky and hollow

Will be my memory of who I was and the part I no longer want to be.

The song I no longer want to repeat.

The friend I won’t want to meet and  

Maybe this new man will be my end to all beginnings.