To False Starts

Instead of early sprints,

The stuff of high expectations

The mother of heartache

Borne of the age-old scammer

Optimism

Let

The first few go

Unscrutinized

They bear no traits 

Of the oncoming

Trust that

They are not 

Pregnant harbingers

And let them

Flow

Make room

For false starts

And glitches

And do not go

Knotting them in threads

Attaching them to the unseen

And conjuring patterns

The ones that live in your head

In the name of

False starts

And

All that can go wrong 

Happy New Year