it's hard to let each day pass,
without relaying a word to you,
a simple one, to convey any message i could.

but it has been so long,
no sounds have been made,
no ideas have been told,
and nothing has occurred.

but we're all missing something,
and we all know it well enough,
but we never seem to know what it is.

the emptiness created,
deep black empty void,
which means so much,
makes everything nothing.

i hope this year creates opportunities, ventures, wisdom, ideas...
i know you deserve them, so take the chances, and play...
for it's just another day in the park a year in the life,
five-hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.

the quandary of the completion of a life adds upon the sojourner's strife and so the sojourner carries on losing a life whereupon a soul is lost but a prize is won another chance is what we all get forgive but never forget