Sparks & Connections of the Mind & Soul

Does a new year

Really stand for a new you?

Juggling demons

Isn’t the same

as slaying them

That,

Is True….

I’ll be frank

Excuses aren’t my aim

Or what I plan on

“Trying to do”.

I truly want

to be,

New…..

There are too many vices

To ween off of slowly

Or diffuse.

Having to break down walls

Sounds exhausting,

But the hauntings

Aren’t cute…

I’m not hard

To be found

But I’ve hidden far away

enough

To miss a few cues…

Some would think

I’ve died away,

There’s parts that are,

However

It’s in the realm

Of altering views.

That my comedic

Inability to express,

Has pigeon tied me to…

To be Bold

Is to be Brave

What’s more different

Then what herds follow & choose?

The years

(If we’re lucky)

Pass often enough

(Some unfortunately)

In repeat,

Until we decide

On something to do….

What that something is

Relies

Entirely

On You.