Out there beyond the hill
Lights twinkle in time with distant voices
Preparing for the new year,
Making small promises of things to come,
Promising small victories of things to overcome.
What will they remember
When they look back at the year,
The fickle promises collapsing around them
Or the achievements made,
Or the constant redirections to get them through another day.
Forget those promises.
They are no sooner made than broken.
It’s far better to follow your dreams;
The greatest life lessons are its tokens.