Cheerful commemoration of times long past
Our perennial wish for better days
Ritualized hope for the future we cast,
In ironic celebration of inevitable decay.
Toast to another celestial revolution passed by
On this unlikely rock we ride around our star
As billions of galaxies light up the sky
Oblivious to how significant we think we are.
We look to the future, towards a better day
Lest we forget that we have nothing but time, Resolutions foretell the next act in our play
Through weary smiles mouthing Auld Lang Syne.
We drunkenly celebrate as another year ends,
Bracing for the future it ominously portends