Good Year

A subtle expectancy came for free this time we celebrated another successful trip of the earth around the sun, and I cannot exactly define what I have in mind which will make this year desirable compared to the one we left behind.

She asked “How was New Year’s Eve?”, and I turned and smiled responsively ‘cause this year started differently—I already could tell. And I do not particularly subscribe to these philosophies that each New Year’s comes with a clean slate ‘cause life doesn’t always work that way.

But I think it’s gonna be a good year this time; I hope it’s gonna be a good year in my mind.

Nothing has changed that I know, but I know things constantly go on behind the scenes which I will never know ‘cause I’m too close to witness each minute growth. Nothing has changed that I know, but I know things constantly go on behind the scenes which I will never know, and hope that is certain is certainly not hope.

©2006