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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The year is like a drainpipe Gently sloping as we go From new year resolutions T’ward the winter’s dark and snow We begin with such potential Energy to fill our hearts, Yet as we journey through the year It’s full of stops and starts. Modern day society Is tipping up the pipe Making us accelerate In the dying of the light But the year it is not linear Time dies not come to an end New Year’s Eve is not a stop! At most it is a bend A bend within the circle As the year perpetuates, Continues on eternally It flexes and vibrates Conformity discourages Individual creation. We live by routines, starts and stops No individualisation. As forward we all travel Time is speeding as we go The year becomes upended December crushing down below. When the days get shorter Solstice marking Yule’s dark state, The pressures pile upon us, While we long to hibernate. The chaos can be silenced If you just reframe the view, Of how we see this time of year, And the stresses that ensue. The expectations put on us Demand that we react, But this outdated rule has reached The point we must redact. We pile so much importance on This time of dark and cold. Take to your cave, slow down, relax, It’s time now to be bold. Push back against society, The vulgarity of spend. the world will keep on turning, December is not the end.
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