To my pile of candy stacked still high
And the dumbells that I always walk by
To my Bible left still collecting dust
And the nuts and bolts slowly growing rust

All fair resolutions never to be done
By YouTube or some temporary fun
Time flies when you don’t keep watch
Until the days all go on to be blotched

To the sounds of guitar unheard next door
And the poems I don’t know who to write for
To the dreams of stargazing and dancing and hiking
And those boba milk teas I need to stop buying

A new year seems too stressful for all this
When the digital calendar starts afresh
So why don’t I just do what I need to do
Whatever day it may be and let it be true