To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow,
Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow
In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
I wandered in the lost lands of the rebellious quest to achieve my goal.
How wondrous the echoes of ecstatic fantasies drawl in their essence,
Dreams of grandiose victories in their acrostic flair often convolute our senses,
Silent in their onset, gallant in their departure, the endings of a year bruise,
Often leaving us in conundrums of emphatic dualities,
To mourn the aching wounds of animosity or to embellish in the beauty of light,
One finds themselves in an impounding stance to choose.
Serenity in its mirth, serenity in truest virtue often lances through the grit of glee,
Breathing through the seeping crevices of hope, it offers a new glance to the lens of thee.
Riding the wave of metamorphosis, plunging into the newness of the awakening dawn,
I find myself questioning the truth: Is 2025 a new era for me or a tribute to versions of me long-gone?
In the warmth of a piping cup of coffee, I bask in the cacophony of the settling sun,
Diving deep into introspection, I contemplate the questions that in its brevity run.
Jolting in absolute honesty, embracing each ounce of existence that in its impermanence strides,
In the wanderlust of my rebellious quest to achieve my goals, I vow in every breath of 2025 to be alive.
To cry in the lapses of tears and to ride the wave of joy in every smile,
To dance through the light and to live through the darkness every once in a while.
I hope this year you permit yourself to be true,
To whatever ignites the true pursuit of passion,
To embrace everything that in its authentic light makes you, You.

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