It’s hard sometimes to sit through it,

That quiet surrounds our mind 

In a comfortable chair, alone

Still feeling as if we need to produce.

It’s even harder to know why the cause,

While inside a vacant swirl of ambivalence

Holds court with our truths and hopes. 

Then listen to the news, and feel regret,

The world around us in a steady collapse,

We can’t really know a solution,

Only here we are again, awaiting the next year.

Sometimes, that seems too long to wait.