The ball will drop
And it will be lit
There will be cheers
There will be suicides
The ball will drop
And it will twinkle
Bringing new hopes
And plenty of fears
The ball will drop
And it will dance
Confetti will fly
Happy new year
Full of fight
Full of giving up
Moving forward
Pushing
Shoving
Climbing
Falling back
Standing still
Crying
Laughing
Screaming
The ball will fall
And it will blink
Before leaving us
To carry on
HASTYWORDS 
Reblogged this on Erotixx and commented:
I like…
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Very very nice…
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Reblogged this on Grumpy old fart!!!.
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I hope it won’t be business as usual, but you’re probably right.
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The world doesn’t change according to our clocks and calendars. It has its own schedule and pace. Lovely.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty – we will carry on
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I hope things change for the better.
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I very much identify with this composition. The conflicted nature. New Year’s Eve can be very emotional for me – smiles and tears. Thank you and I look forward to reading more.
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