They danced on waves of madness
on those New York City streets
Waiting for a crystal star to finally appear
Falling like a savior,
counting down from ten to one
Singing Auld Lang Syne
while laughing at the dying year
Drinking to a future,
and a life we thought we owned
Memories of candy-coated heaven
in a glass
Hope for brighter days, we sip
while slowly getting high
Wishes flash like dreamscapes,
burst like fireworks in the sky
Another New Year (happy)
stepping into mystery
Drinking to a promise
that is anybody’s guess
Born into tomorrow
with the yesterday’s we grieve
Wishing for some answers
while we’re settling for less
They walked away in silence
on those streets once paved with gold
Trying to keep their distance
from a year that wouldn’t leave
Picking up the pieces
of the dreams that we were sold
Waiting for that hope and change,
and something to believe
But change was not an option
for their leaders were all liars
Keeping up appearances,
chameleons, every one
They told us what was needed
for the power they acquired
Left a trail popcorn loss
when all was said and done
For nothing is the sum
of empty promises we count
We cannot feed our families
with some words that do not rhyme
Year by year, we struggle
for a dream we can’t surmount
We’re crushed under the weight
of the relentless march of time
And so they raised their glasses,
drinking to another year
Another piece of pie is gone,
another song of days long gone
For present tense does not make sense;
it’s anywhere, but here…
Celebrating nothing,
as they dance into the dawn
TM DiSarro
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