Measure
Is it really a new year,
or has time stood still, going against the grain,
bearing all ill will.
More empty resolutions,
a quick fix for our solutions.
Can you see my voice? Can you feel my pain?
Do I feel better? Or is it all in vain?
Empty promises to ourselves or others,
a foolish cliche` burying ourselves in our troubles.
Struggling to find the answers when they're right in
front of our face,
right or wrong they will seal our fate.
All the while I hope, I hope for something that may
never come true.
A measure of time, knowing that I love only you.
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