Thus
you fall into that other place where you're standing still and you can't keep pace,
it's the up and down and the come and go when you can't keep track of the status quo and the devil's riding on your back with the crack pipe calling,'attack,attack'
But I'm blowing bubbles made from soap with the year ahead promising more than hope and I'm moving on.

This year,
almost gone now and all we'll have is the rosy glow of what we did and did not know and even that will go in time,
and time's the whinger,the creeping ninja bringing happiness and woe and I don't know when this time's through,
where I'll end up,
but so wish I knew.

Pints,
I've sunk a few, drunk some more,don't know what for,there's nothing alcohol can say that I don't understand and anyway
the beer house is a poorhouse full of dregs, barrels,kegs and something begs me not to go to drown in what?
again I do not know.

Love,
Fortunes played for,win the big score,I am satisfied.

Work,
had to do it and I knew it,almost blew it but did not.

Friends,
Life ends and I've lost some good ones,won some new ones and so it goes.

I see horizons,
more than that,I see the world is not so flat or black and white as once I might and did suspect.
I think it as near to being something more than what's worth seeing and I intend to see the lot,
I've got hope and that's no joke.