Question

This is one called "New year?"


They say, “New year, new me,” like a spell in the air,
But the clock strikes twelve and I’m still standing there.
Same room, same phone, same worn-out shoe
This “new year” doesn’t really seem to new.

The calendar changes from 31 to 1
But homework still waits, and chores aren’t done.
My mirror shows the same old view
Guess the “new year” doesn’t really seem to new.

Same bus sighs at the same old stop,
Same slow shuffle, same doors that flop.
Same teacher, same seat, same old crew,
This “brand-new” year feels copy and paste, not new.

The sky still hangs in its winter gray,
My worries don’t vanish because we changed the day.
Everyone posts what they’re gonna do,
But inside, I feel mostly leftover, not new.

Still… in the middle of all this repeat,
I notice a change as small as a beat:
I write one goal on a crumpled page,
Like cracking open a dusty cage.

I say “hi” first instead of last,
I let one grudge slip into the past.
Tiny shifts, almost out of view
Not big enough to paint the year brand-new.

Maybe the year itself can’t change,
Just numbers sliding in their range.
Maybe “new” is something we grow,
Not something the fireworks suddenly show.

So if tonight feels the same as before,
Same quiet ceiling, same bedroom floor,
I’ll still try one small thing I can do
Because the “new year” won’t new
unless I do.

Answer 1

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Answer 2

this hits...love it keep up the great work!