Across the unmapped skies,
And labyrinth of fallen leaves;
I wonder over the possibilities
Of another year or just a namesake?
Fancy new year resolutions?
Oh! I’m kidding;
Cause I would rather engage in rhetoric attribution
Of pensive bidding.
Is it the numbers on our grade sheets
Or the treasure chest of ideas I couldn’t possibly bear?
The calories in our luncheon treats
Or are we the shape of our dreams and fears?
Under the soft amber of fairy lights,
Like the chronicles of yore and knights,
Aren’t we the snippets of art and stories woven in gleeful delight
More than just a collage of labels and digits?
A sea of reckless abandon,
And a hearth of happy memories
amidst an everyday melancholy in poetic passion;
Or am I dwelling on cynical reveries?
Wrapped in these pronounced shades
Of ephemeral solitude and unwavering fireworks in mind’s alleyway,
Seeking my respite in incorrigible faith that pervades,
I begin again, another day.