The New Year’s After
Embraced by cryptic lyrics,
the buttery blues band.
What comes, my lyrical acrylics,
these portraits of my hand
Akin to those moments before
now within the newness of time.
Warming that once cooled core,
the chilled, old moon’s decline.
Boldly do we walk ahead
thrust into vast new worlds
ill-content to rest our head
as chance and opportunity unfurls
We sit upon the seeds of change
walking the paths we now tread
to bemoan our fates; or to engage
to embrace the change instead
Grasping at straws, we once clung
tried desperately to get ahead
dulled we were to what was sung
stumbling along, partly dead.
The slate is wiped, clean of dust
we forge ahead, dear friends
our bodies, free again of rust
To address what destiny sends
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