I don’t know, what does it mean? The end or new beginning? If I could, I would not be come a child, As a man, my life is more mild. Though when I think of it, A restart it is, you must admit. A new year, isn’t it just the end of things? A new year, isn’t is just tragedy to bring? Why can’t we continue this way forever more? Couldn’t we just continue to play in this same chord? Just think of it, No digging new pits. Just think of that, Eternity in fact. Why must we age? To live and meet a new stage? For what is life? Vexation and strife. For what is new? Another day to walk into... For what is it all? Finding new ways to fall. I hope at the end of time, my life will have meaning. Despite my spirit, it’s taint and joy weaning. There is a piece of me, I wish I did not need. It is my soul. It’s tragically. My soul, why is it my entirety?