*nEw yEaR's eVe*

Coming shortly is a new year
But yet things seem unclear
Though I have some company here
Still feel nobody’s with me near.

A year has passed with such haste
Some things were perceived with grace
Others, desolately, have gone to waste
Every single journey appeared to be a race.

Like the fireworks I hear from outside my window
I’m oblivious to what this coming year shall bestow
Will things go high for me or low?
That, I suppose, is what I need to know.