The stains of the past are still there
Like the marks of a coffee cup on the tablecloth
Identifying us for who we are
Teaches us to use a saucer
Our gained knowledge
before leaving more stains

A new year begins
Now we have a chance to start again
This time with more understanding and experience
To guide us through our next trial
Wishing us all the
Success,
Happiness,
Joy
May these future memories last forever
Like the past ones

I long for the future,
but the future thinks not,
for the future desires only
to betray and delay expectations
and youthful desires.
It relishes in disappointing
its once promising appearance.
Or perhaps my hatred is misplaced
and the blame isn’t on the future itself
but the people within:
a list of names whose hearts
are made of gunpowder and minds
think only to pull triggers and press buttons,
because that is the future we are given;
an execution of human rights.