The festive season moves on;
another year and the end of another song.
The taste of tomorrow in a mug;
a cup of coffee, milk and sugar: your drug.
It has all been done before;
right now, you require something more.
To remain the same isn’t you;
you think of flowers blooming under the blue.
You step out of your comfort zone;
no one else can walk the path, only you alone.
To the sky, you look in wonder;
it’s clear today, yet inside you hear the thunder.
The new you walking without fear;
you are alive, and well enough, fate is near, and
now you can see that your path is clear.
C & K 