Momentary Year

The year's ticked over,
we had the new year bits
but it feels like it doesnt surprise me
guess I'm used to life moving now
accepting of these impetuses I live by
all in the presense of my unbounded quirks

If I'm tired I know why
but I think that's ok
if it's limitations of my own making
then just know I do try
all the time and constantly
to lead my best better life

There are little reflections I spot in my mirror
ones perhaps not of my own making
little blemishes thst crept in
so a little disturbed and disquieted I sit
my old friends, my nervous nerves
like leaves on a gentle breeze they are touched by a mind
and they play and in their little fits
they dance in the air

maybe that is just the tiredness
maybe it's my spectre of flowing emotions that circle a dread
there's things I know and things I don't
and the future as yet unwritten and untold
of whose nature I won't predict

Until childlike I'll wander into that forrest and test the leaves
breaking the ground lying twigs with the souls of my feet
apply my viewing eyes to the scene
but where exactly that'll take me is a mystery to that time's bridge too

So I exist, and thus I be
one foot placed in front of the other
on the breeze, out to sea
unanchored perhaps but truly free
that's what it means really isn't it
it's the space to succeed and fail
and every increment that might exist between
to take your battles as you see fit in that very moment

Maybe it's to dance
perhaps to cry over a glance
or just to sit with no clue with a glint in your eye
because it's something from within

The fire and the light
driving forces that sustain us through the day and into the night
every well considered step and even the moments of respect
all experiences on the canvas of the soul

That's where we catch ourselves
another layer and another increment on our ticket
embibing enthralled in wonders
like citywide fireworks observed with a friend
on new years eve
with no larger intent than just to place it
like decorations on our own tree