A chance for a Happy New Year.

How can this life be restored?

And where can I go from here?

Purposefully, I've ignored.

Perhaps, I haven't been sincere.

Yet years feel like minutes

Now I understand agony

Early mornings can collapse into digits

While I try to comprehend the irony

Years are built off sin

Eagerly forgetting my past view

Awaiting another chance to begin

Rewriting the plan, all brand new.