a bouqet of dead sparklers
an illusion of rebirth
of a new continuity
promises promises
I'll make myself do it now
the fireworks was all I needed
ache
where did my years go?
a thousand chances gone
promises promises
to take the next ones
it'll be better this year
they'll be better this year
I'll be better this year
promises promises
don't pretend you've been reborn
don't pretend the champagne changed the world
don't pretend one tick of the clock made you a different person
don't believe it
change isn't that easy
no matter the year
the numbers don't make the change
you do
fight for it
struggle with the rest of us
struggle for yourselves
build your pieces of
blood
sweat
tears
put yourself together
this year
next year
fight
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of my mind
PoetryA little bit of me. A little bit of my life. A little piece of my searching soul. Poetry
