moving on

So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal.
Explosions off in the distance.

So this is the new year.
And I have no resolutions
for self-assigned penance,
for problems with easy solutions.

So everybody put your best suit or dress on.
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn,
as thirty dialogues bleed into one.

I wish the world was flat like the old days,
then i could travel just by folding a map.
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways.
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.

There'd be no distance that could hold us back.

~DCfC