Well, it’s New Year’s Eve, so hard to believe.
This year passed by in the blink of an eye.
The world feels the same; I’ve only myself to blame.
I should’ve done more for those I adore.
Thus, regrets sit like a pit as my stomach throws a fit.
It feels like it’s time to get it right as my body puts up a fight.
So many things set me back, yet determination is not what I lack.
The key is finding the right combination, but the lock is my frustration.
Will I ever get things correct or will I always be a reject?
There are some who think I’m great, but my own brain can’t relate.
This self of mine has a skewed perception; I’ve always carried this misconception.
There is nothing much I can do; nobody can change your thoughts but you.
And now, a new year is just about here, time to get my booty in gear.
No excuses anymore; there is always a path with an open door.
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