What's in a year anyway?
a revolution to some better day?
A year by any other name would smell as sweet
as any minute on this NewYear street.
Earth zips 'round the sun one more time;
every minute some fool commits a crime.
This planet never gets to the center of things;
it's all bound up in orbital strings.
Mother earth spins, burning
as Father sky is yearning.
Buds come, flowers grow,
blooms die, seeds go
to the ground: 0
World goes round.
What else is new?
And what will we do
when east meets west
and worst trumps best?
So what's in a year anyway?
A week, a month, a moment, a day?
A year by any other name would smell as sweet
as any minute on this NewYear street.
Alas! What light from yonder window breaks?
It is the east; the world awaits.
Another year, another fear!
An older man sheds a younger tear.
Cry, thou beloved world!
Fly, here's another year unfurled;
mayhem runs rampant in the streets:
while terror o'ertakes, reason retreats!
Is there any hope for all this mess?
Could be, would be my guess.
But we might as well,
you know--what the hell--
try and catch the wind,
lest the best gets crucified again.
Rise, rise above it all!
Glass half-Full
