New Year

A stranger in a room full of love.

Eyes locked in.

Fixated on the falling sphere above.

Glasses in the air.

Drinks on the ground.

A familiar silence embraces me,

Amongst the flurry of colors and sounds.

It’s a new year,

And I’m ready to repeat the process.

The clock strikes zero.

I’m met with the usual smiles.

Nothing more than masks,

Protecting the identity of the hero.

Confronted by the reflection,

What promises can be made?

Maybe to get out more.

Maybe to get laid.

In the end,

I just want to belong.

Not put my words into unheard songs.

It’s a new year,

But still the same me.

Still searching for that sense of home.

Still drowning in the past I know.

Tuning out the inner optimist.

Grasping at all of the chances I’ve missed.

So many questions.

Never enough answers.

Can I turn this around?

Will I continue to get lost in the crowd?

Is this the year I right my wrongs?

I’ll settle for any sort of love.

I just want to belong.

Tell me I belong.