Again it begins, another round
New in name, same in sound.
Overrated and welcomed with pride
Til tomorrow comes and it's tossed aside.
Happily declared with promises and dreams,
Eve comes and goes without losing steam
Rushing away as time moves on, coldly.
Night turns to day. The date changes, only.
Eventually the hopes and dreams are gone.
Withered and wasted, but dreamers move on.
Yesterday is gone, and so are easy days,
Easygoing life torn up and washed away.
And this new year that's come is just the same.
Really the number is all that has changed.