New year, I said.
New place, I said.
New me, I said.
New sheets, I got.
New strings, I played.
New food, I ate.
New me, I felt.
But,
Trees are still tall,
Grass is still green,
The sky is still blue,
And you're still
The first thing I think when I wake up,
And the last thing I think about when I sleep.
And I slowly realize
Nothing is really different.