First day if the first month of the 2015th
What is different?
If you ask me, nothing
And everything

Nothing is different
My wordrope still stuffed with clothes from the year just past;
Same people and same faces
Except they seem to wear this shmock or smile
It must be a new year resolution
Resolutions that are easily misplaced somewhere in everyday confusion

Everything is different
I have 365days to make that difference
Days of grace
I will look back
But not so to retract
But to see what I need to take out and what I need to put back.

Self asks
What will they give?
Don't seek to receive
Spread the doors of you ban and dish out.
Though life is sour
Like without a reason to live for
Suicide seems the only door
But then I just stumbled on this thought.

When you no longer see any good reason to live
Just live anyway you must
Else you may be taking another person's reason for life.