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It's the most wonderful time of the year |
New Years Revolutions Another trip around the sun, so dizzying the turns Counting battles lost and won, we danced as pages burnt Pages charting narratives, of loved ones found... friends lost People slipped, fate's cracks we missed, we never count the costs Left alone until too late, lost in a coward's wake We take for granted... think they'll wait, this pattern... this mistake An error, fear running rife, as doubt runs up the gauge Overthinking simple lives, as subtext slows the page Subtext lost in pages long, with eyes too slow to read Took too long to sing our song, lost lessons, we don't heed Procrastination, dwelt upon, on things that really count Its difficult to bring it on, when worries mass and mount Underneath the northern lights, magnetic 'tween twin poles We watch for auras shining bright, to fill our darkest holes Before such gazes, souls bloom, thrive, that's why it scares us so In such arms, we feel alive, more than they might know with innocence washed out to sea, lost wonder, jaded, old Reclaiming lost naivety, for what we've been mis-sold with new years revolutions done, fresh orbits hard to find Time to let solutions run, solve riddles in our minds Cryptic, crossed words, outside lines on schitzophrenic tides Introverted, boxed confines 'midst extroverted strides Scant crumbs scattered out to sea, to last the whole year through, but those who don't give easily, ... they're generous, when they do Seeds spent careful on time's winds, caution, purchased strong Subtle, light, the drifts rescind, this sense we dont belong The sense that we've intruded where... This sense of worry... doubt A fear of being included, scared ... A fear of missing out Yearning hugs on lonely nights, we passed on... Gods know why? Why do wrong things feel right? Why can't all souls fly? Grounded down with wings of tar, so decorative they stand Blackened feathers can't fly far, whilst weighted to the land Cast ebony 'gainst fairy lights, and tinsel weaved through trees Warding of such darkened nights, ... so early now, they're seized with candles burning in the dark tea lights, lit in prayer Hoping that the paths embarked, and Gods we choose are fair and maybe this time mistletoe might hang, and serve its need For now, there's just one thing I know, to which, I have agreed Next year's orbits will spin right, regardless how life turns Rotating audits, day or night? ... a candle's made to burn! A life is meant to be well lived, owned... not up for rent There's nothing earnt when souls are reaved, with hoarded wax unspent but sometimes candles burn too fast, for those, they should not blaze Oxygen set not to last, midst phantoms in the haze Ghosts on different flightpaths, long, cross hopeful in the night in aftermaths, an angel's song, wings stretched in new year's light so let the flame blaze strong, ignite, lets burn through next years doubt, let's leave the lights up longer, bright ... lets keep the darkness out In such darkness, doubt is sewn, in shadows, fears grow In such light, our best is shown ... maybe they should know? For those at midnight, lost and found, a new trip has begun So here's to our next run round, our next skip round the sun |