How I loathe the new year
Always making promises only to break them
Perhaps it’s my attitude but—
Persuasion to change is unwelcome to you
You don’t really understand
New Year’s Eve—just the thought fills me with dread
Everybody always declares a new start, a fresh beginning
Well, I view it as a renewment of the monotony
Year after year, we count down from ten
Exercise in something we’ve done since kindergarten
An exercise in redundancy, I say
Really, can’t people celebrate—to themselves?
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