Watching For January
I’m watching the turn of a year
as if that’ll help things make sense
The new blossoming flowers
The trees turn inside out
Feel the world flip
As it does each year
Throwing us off
Until we learn to write the number differently
Some of us hate the change
Force it to the back of our minds
Scoff at those who embrace it
And refuse to acknowledge the blood to our heads
Others adore it
They try hard to try again
Though they’ll never make it
Because no year is good or bad
Nothings good or bad
Morals dont exist
Our sense of kind and evil
Is based on social teachings
So promise to break free
But know that you wont
Watch as the sun falls
Feel the silent hum of the earth
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