I flailed at resolutions
Yesterday changes not for tomorrow
We invent the future to be better
We ignore those former days
As they reveal where we want to be
I’m much more concerned now
To change in the name of change
Truly divine waking experience
Creating an illusion of chance
That’s where delusion moves in
But yet here we jump off the cliffs
I resolve to be what you want
Never, not really, why would I?
So pardon my self indulgence
I resolve to laugh at the notion
I was the same mess yesterday
New year’s offers calendars
Upon we wrote the new way
The ink fades quickly to oblivion
Yet again flailing those resolutions
