I’m driving away from the party,
Late at night, in a foreign place surrounded by fog,
unbeknownst to me that I was going the opposite direction,
And I thought wow, that’s a hell of a spot on metaphor
for the new year.

A year ago I had it all laid out like it was nothing,
I was with the woman sitting at a bar that was our second home,
we never drank or smoked, just the occasional tea or the frequent
coffee for me, and we
barely noticed that the clock struck twelve,
and we kissed on the lips for the hell of it like it was nothing,
and it made it more special that way,
the idea that no matter how many years pass,
we would still have each other, and this was fact,
until it was proven wrong later that year.

We thought
we had
it
all
figured
out.

What a joke.
So long serendipity indeed.
This year I have not the slightest
clue
and this opens up the world to me,
it’s a terrifying thought,
will I be alone?
successful?

will I make love or just turn the word
into something meaningless,
when will I be wrong, when will I be right?
And
I know I just need to let
it all go,
The art of uncertainty,
what an art it is,
People will come and go and I will never know
but I can accept that I won’t,
give up that control,
let go of the wheel,

if you’re going to die, you’ll die,
if you won’t you won’t,
And so it is, and so it is.
Cheers
to the new year.