by The start of the years
Where we seem to reveal
Who we truly will become.
Through the tears
And irrational fears
I somewhat hope this year was done.
This is when I start to realize
All the moments before.
The changing of ourselves begins
As the childhood begins to die.
Saddened by the world
As it is about to eat us up.
All the horrific realities we have to face
I guess we have bad luck.
The sins of those before
Have given us the burden.
As it seems like folklore
Before
The times that brought us floored.
I am happy
Believe me, it is so.
The cakes and candles light up my eyes
But heaven knows where I will go.
This path ahead will
Bring such dread.
But at many moments I will smile.
The earth leans in
And will take a bow
All the while
This world
And its unfortunate beguile.