It's that time of year.
Reflection and regret fill the air.
Complaints and worries is all we feel
"Next year will be my year"
Who is to say that time will come?
What if this year was truly your year?
The year to seal your life.
The end of you.
What would you then plan ahead while others plan?
It's that time of year.
The beginning for many and the end for some.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC
It's that time of year.
Reflection and regret fill the air.
Complaints and worries is all we feel
"Next year will be my year"
Who is to say that time will come?
What if this year was truly your year?
The year to seal your life.
The end of you.
What would you then plan ahead while others plan?
It's that time of year.
The beginning for many and the end for some.