The Reset Button

We were born equipped with the factory settings,

Free of judgments, bias, or perspectives.

Each year of life we added new junk.

We played dress up with many costumes out of the big chest,

Tried on a number of masks--

Some we liked, some we did not.

Then, at some point in our lives, we looked at ourselves

And hopefully pressed the reset button.

Experienced and world-wise as we may be,

We are who we are

And that is who we want to be,

With the joy and wonder of childhood

Rekindled in a graying head,

And freed of that which would hinder us

As it did before.

Weights and anchors are thrown off.

The reset button is our true selves,

Cleansed of accumulated junk,

The moment of the redeemed.

We were born authentic and can be again.