It’s a bright new year🎉
Exactly, twenty twenty-one
It came out from twenty twenty
A year that we shall forever remember
A year of transition, of shift
The point in time the door opened
For the future to creep in deep
Without us even realizing the deed
Too busy with pandemics and threats
Apocalyptic hues burning the sky
Might be the universe upgrading
Who will ever know about the scheme
Perhaps a spell, perhaps a curse
A strange type of madness that took over.
Hence, to all that silently departed
On that spaceship that had been waiting
That hovered silently, being on standby
To all that have collapsed on the ground
And hurt themselves so badly, achingly
My heart follows them, they carry me.
It’s a bright new year
Exactly, twenty twenty-one
Perhaps we leaped in time
To erase from our fragile memory
The traumatism of twenty twenty
All of the scars it left on us
When Pandora opened her jar.
It’s a bright new year
Exactly, twenty twenty-one
And I hope, we all make it safely.
This time, compared to my former New Year’s poems, I tried to dig within the speculation realm as to come up with this poem, for it seems that all of the bad energies, from every plane and every dimension, crossed/converged/synergised at that point in time, which was 2020. How strange, beautiful, but also frightening to find these lone stars/planets/light or whatever else travel such long distances as to meet, to intersect, to harmonise, to unite, as on their way they shackle and trouble us, little mere mortals (I love me some astrology🔮).
