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

seeing that green stars on those red flags by some trees

wondering when we will go abroad yet again

homing in on the tough tiring errands at hand

knowing that some others can and do let us down

having made all the days feel all one and the same

having only myself and none others to blame

needing rest from all these things coming forth at me

wrapping something up but not the gifts of yuletide

melting away the clocks like in those weird craftworks

running away with time but with nowhere to hide

needing time not only to stop but to run back

hoping we can get away with it all someday

finding days shorter and not because of winter