With A New Year, New Dreams…
It’s as if the situations that should have taken place
Are looking back at me in the form of days & dates
We should be there by now…
We should be there by now…
I find calendars too time consuming
Too hard to mind the prize, the date, the time.
Gelid moments lock up my mind
Replaced, reduced by bandwidth
Reduced, replaced by sadness
In a world so otherwise well-defined.
Time’s the only item that repairs the soul
Turn the day, the date, the page
Daily leaflets are reminders of the
Time to let it go.
I can see you’re at the beginning
I feel I am near the end
Fear I am near the end
No such thing as winning.
Everything is over, which means it’s just beginning…
I only know cuz calendars.