Happy New year !

Yet another year passes by,
Ideas become more nebulous ,
And opinions seem to go awry.

In a view from the ruins,
Do solace i seek,
And the endless drunken chattering,
Almost does the trick.

But as the skies grew darker,
And the cold winds blew,
To their homes the birdies flew.

To my abode i return too,
Where yet another year passes by,
Ideas are nebulous and opinions are awry.