WTF
The old year
Like an old man
Passes away today,
We see rebirth,
Only she throws out
The baby with
The bath water
We don’t know
What is what
Some bit of
Theatrics played
As the ball drops
In Times Square,
Leaving us to believe
What ends up
At the bottom
Isn’t what it was
When it started
On top.
Who do you blame?
It feels like
A conteniental shift,
Leave me wondering
Which side of the
Great divide
She’s ended up on
Will we ever hear
From her again.
This idea of change,
The sense of new
Replacing old,
This desperate need
To begin again,
On the right foot
This time,
On the right path,
Towards the right
Destination,
Leaving all
The baggage behind,
To find some new way
To get what she needs
Or wants or deserves,
The old year dying
Right before our eyes
The new year crying
For something
We as yet
Cannot give
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