2026
Why does the year start with regret?
Doing better is never a bet.
I always lose
no matter what I choose
the plans go to waste
and bitterness I can taste.
What did I do in 2025?
Where are the goals for me to thrive?
Erased mid-year,
erased by my tears
too sad to try
too honest to lie.
So, what do I do next?
The choice is always complex.
Right now I shrink
not ready to think
ignoring resolutions
they aren’t the solution.
Should I try again on the first?
Though that could be worse.
Seeing everybody’s brains
trying to change
but day by day
it’s all the same.
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