I pull a warm amber beer,though dark for the occasion.Sip between virtual cheers,expecting a better year.
What if all we ever do is revert back to the way things used to be done?
Why do we treat paranoia as such a negative trait?What's their agenda, really?
I wander the room a stranger, to that new candle, those new frameswith new faces - that are strangers to me.All but one, unfamiliar. All but one, a family. I walk down the steps I remember.