As the clock struck midnight,
the world felt a change.
For the ten thousandth year,
the ball creaked downwards.
Hoping for change and color,
all people watched in anticipation.
Wishing, kissing, praying, dying,
this was the year that they would.
What did they do with their time, when all those youthful years were theirs?
Why was this the year of resolution, kindness, love, and peace?
How would the new year’s promise make up for all the failure, hatred, dread, and despair?
As the confetti rained and gently grazed their hands,
the past did not matter.
However, soon the unforgiving wind of the past would blow,
and their goals would escape their hands like the falling confetti.
All that could be heard was music.
All that could be seen was happiness.
All that could be felt was the pleasure of life.
All that was inside was lost.
All that was lost was everything.