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