Reinvention

I'm ready to head into my own unknown
Where my asides collide my deeds overthrown
I'm prepared to be scared into moments anew
A penny for the many who are now the few
 seeking reinvention

I'll tinker with the blinkers til they finally come off
Fashion all forebodings and hold them aloft
I'll shatter the shutters shot through with chagrin
A wayward display shows I'm anxious to win

The creaks I've had for weeks
   are from cogs that are spinning
A stirring for the whirring
   like it was at the beginning