My World's Year

This new year, just as the year before.

It sneaks up on me, as darkness swallows the day.

Leaving me in the same place, I fear, or did I ever finish last year's maze?

Never-the-less, I have not moved any space.

I make my plans for my world, this day, only to discover my world will make the plans for me today.

Why I bother, I am not real sure, I think its, the peace of mind, I feel that is there.

The world, whispers in my ear, of all the promises, I fear.

Empty promises, I hear, covered in illusions of grander, scented with intimacies, that is never clear.

Will I follow, what I hear, or am I able to close my ear?







                                                                    ~FOG~