49. Anything But Wasted Time [2009]

It is burdensome to believe,
That 2009 is past tense now
Nothing more but a legend
Another chapter in life to write down

Fireflies still murmur inside me...
They say 2009 was anything but wasted time
Alas, Earth disagrees; this year meant nothing
But to me, it was a crucial escarpment to climb

Now that the year is done, flashbacks reappear...
Seeping into my brain like leeches in a bog
Oh, how I must flee from these tormenting thoughts
I barely see 2010 peaking from amidst the dark fog

No, I'm not generally a nice person, but, people do change…
Thank you to all who I've met this year, thank you to all my new friends
It's always better to be together, after all
To commemorate the minutes we’ve spent

As I've mentioned before, we're living, we're breathing
Is that not enough to bond and fail to remember the date?
They're simply numbers on paper marking the sweet sunrise...
Is it not more joyous to live than to constantly wait?

White blankets cover the ground
The birds fluttered away long ago...
We sit together in silence, for silence is golden
As bitter winds claw at the tranquilly falling snow

My message to you: happy new year to all!
May your life be as decadent as the sun
Don't be distressed that this year has set...
Your journey has barely begun

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