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.