looking up and wondering how the year flew by

calling it the "driving forward of wild speakings"

seeing more now as a cost rather than a room

making these lines for myself and only myself

putting out another line for the years to come

settling on a daily beat to get all things done

backing these lines up on a spreadsheet far away

ending this day with a still film about a "scrooge"

knowing that this year will not yield anything big

taking time to look in awe at the stone of lime

having less of a drive to see more landmasses

wondering still about a trip to southern lands

setting out to do something and then it falls short

dealing with harsh unforeseen setbacks yet again

drowning out the setbacks by thinking of good times

only so much drowning out one can do right now