the walls are the same.

not much has altered
since the clock struck
twelve.

alone in bed,
watching a display
of fireworks
serve as the baton
to usher in
another year
in a new garb,
custom made
for the most part.

long-forgotten
adrenaline reminds
me
of all those things
taken for granted
the previous year.

lists
and
resolutions
eat away at the corners
of my mind;

a tab
that stands  
unaccounted for.