There Is No New Years

There's no such thing as New Years

We're all just stumbling along in the dark

And hoping to find a way out the other side

But maybe that's not so bad

If we'd all just stop our mad dash scramble

Imagine

All 9 billion of us

We stop and stand in the dark

No more stepping on toes

Or scratching eyeballs in the night

We stop and stand and spread out arms out

And find each other's fingers in the dark

And let them intertwine

A living web all connected

And the dark will have lost then

Because we no longer would need our eyes

But this esoteric line of thought may be nice

But I won't follow my own advice

Because deep down I still have a fear

That if we all stopped clawing and scratching

And stood and reached out our arms

And took the hands of all those that were near

That I would be one of those poor souls

Who stumbled just a bit too far

And no one's fingers would find mine

And maybe that's what I really desire

To know that I can finally be alone

But regardless of my truest need

I won't stop and stand up to connect

I'll keep on doing it the only way I know how

I'll keep running in the dark

And stepping on toes and tearing clothes

And scratching eyes and clawing arms

Because at least when I run smack dab into someone

I know for a second that I'm not alone

And so maybe there is a New Year after all

Even if we are just stumbling in the dark