04-16-2013, 11:41 AM
Happy New Year
It's no new year,
for time is old, and us eternal
in sepia photographs.
New school, new jobs, new people.
Break up, cheer up, growing up.
Still, it's no new year.
Thoughts frozen, dislocated, we see
changes unable to penetrate past reddish-brown monochrome.
It's all aesthetics, like smiles plastered and tears plastic.
The price of immortality is apathy,
and ignorance of our foreverness.
Expire, and then what's next?
Another sepia photograph, I reckon,
but it still won't be a new year.
It's no new year,
for time is old, and us eternal
in sepia photographs.
New school, new jobs, new people.
Break up, cheer up, growing up.
Still, it's no new year.
Thoughts frozen, dislocated, we see
changes unable to penetrate past reddish-brown monochrome.
It's all aesthetics, like smiles plastered and tears plastic.
The price of immortality is apathy,
and ignorance of our foreverness.
Expire, and then what's next?
Another sepia photograph, I reckon,
but it still won't be a new year.
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