How happy will it be
When the champagne wears off?
What exactly will you see
When you’re alone in your thoughts?
Are you being yourself?
Have you lost the shackles?
Is the act on the shelf?
Or does the show still crackle?
Those flames are old now
Something new must be kindled
Find it—you know how
In your neurons it is mingled
Not just a resolution
You can go even deeper
A personal revolution
A metaphorical leaper
Because now is the time
The earth will keep spinning
Circling the sun just fine
With or without your heart ticking
Go seize the day my dear
Fulfill that potential
Display what you hold near
To make growth exponential
Don’t fear your ambition
Embrace who you are
Life with your rendition
Is meant to go far
Only you know the script
So please, start writing
Don’t let the prose constrict
No need to keep fighting
Is this all too deep?
Mere literary ash?
Poetry is for the meek
These empty words are but trash
Just open more champagne
And go make some damn money
Who wants to hear you complain?
Happy New Year, honey
Love,
