Woke with a purpose,
For the next three sixty five.
Renew my spirit,
Once again, feel alive.
But my hope is dwindling,
As past dreams fade away.
Champagne hangovers,
Won’t make future dreams stay.

It’s all unraveling,
This future of ours.
Nothing has been written,
No fortune in the stars.
The best laid intentions,
Are all unraveling.
I can not keep,
My plans from traveling.

Fell asleep half drunk,
With a hope in my eyes.
The New Year has arrived,
But it’s last year in disguise.
New Year, new me?
If only it were that easy.
Waking with the realization,
That life makes...