I don't believe in New Year's Resolve. Honestly, I'm not rather sure, cause I've never done it before but i guess it takes a strong will for it to actually work out. So after three abominable months of the year have passed, I'm done with my resolve(s) for 2011, 2012, 2013(eventually?) etc until i'm sick of it(them). So, here it goes:
I. Look another year went by,
They keep passing by...
God damn, I didn't even die!
II. I woke up and I had a big idea-
To buy a new soul at the start of every year.
I paid up and it cost me pretty dear,
Here's a hymn to those that disappear.
Yes, i feel I'm kinda returning to my old habits again, the more independent and fatalistic ones maybe.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots, and I got fading roots...
