A New Year

We stand bareback at what is to come,

Staring reluctantly at the past we once held.

Hoping

For a light to come save us 

From the light within. 

Intervention

The clown comes knocking at your door

Asking when you will rise

For it is not your race to finish

It was neither yours to start

Will you brush your teeth and hold up the sky

Forever

Day after day after day?

Accept this intervention. 

Consider it divine. 

[25:17]