Year of change my ass.
Cosmologically reflecting in
my feelings, thoughts & deeds:
it all just goes around in circles.
When the daylight's out, the night is back
to blackish take us towards the day.
I have walked these lands before,
that road ahead is old.
It ended right where years before
the bloomy beginning began.
Don't forget to pay
if you would like another ride.
And remember that for everything you chose,
an other something died.
Year of change?
My ass!