It never ceases
To amaze
The worries to come,
Like a sort of frienzed craze
When comes the Day.

A day of new beginning,
Of a fresh new start.
Is it the eagerness
To make our mark
Or the fear of a broken heart?

Is it a voice of reason
Or whispers of doubt
For uncertainty we face
Do we fear what may come about
Or unwillingness and like children we pout?

Or rather do we feel
With no purpose we live.
Our reflection screaming Inadequate
Proving nothing of value left to give
Injuring ourselves with our makeshift shiv

No matter the reason
For you, my heart I lay
We'll face this together
Day by day
So let come what may
-Navahopi119