← Poetry
1. januar 2024.
01/01/24
Instead of
Being happy
That we're still here
To wish each other
A Happy New Year
And do it gladly
We've started to
View those greetings
As tokens of power
And then we despise them
Because our egos matter more
But we fail to realize
That the New Year
Doesn't care for all of that
And it will continue
To arrive even
When we're gone