Composed 12/31/15
Description: Obligatory New Years post. Though, not necessarily a traditional one.
We see the end of each calendar year
As a magical flip of the page
One that wipes off our lives as easily
As the numbers wiped off of our dry erase boards
But our year, our months
The way we mark the days
It’s just a human tradition
The first of our year
A constructed year
Is not divine
It just marks the time
But any time
Is a time when change
Is possible
If you wish
Why wait?
If you desire to be different
Why stumble and slumber through the year
Before being happy or proud?
Five minutes ago
You were a different person
Five minutes from now
You could be different
You not the days
Determine your steps
Scraps of Paper 