December 31

December 31                              December 31, 2004

It seems to be the beginning of the end, 

But in reality, it's simply a beginning. 

All one can do is follow the wind, 

For otherwise, there is simply no winning. 

We are at the crossroads of a new tomorrow, 

Of visions candid, whether they be monstrous or fair. 

It's December 31, and it's almost a long time ago 

When you, when me, when we were all there. 

The trees have all lost their leaves, 

And you and I have each grown a little older. 

We've ridden a ship, tested rocky seas, 

Each having grown a little bit bolder. 

We can never outpace the sands of time's flow 

No how, no way, no where. 

It's December 31, and it's almost a long time ago 

When you, when me, when we were all there. 

The Wise Man once said that everything is cyclical, 

For time rages on at roaring paces, 

And the Wise Man knew, for He isn't simply whimsical, 

For He gracefully painted our faces. 

He told me that I should forget any woe 

Be it unfriendly, unkind, or unfair. 

It's December 31, and it's almost a long time ago 

When you, when me, when we were all there. 

It's winter, for sure, but remember this: 

Life will certainly begin to spring again. 

It's not all about one raging abyss, 

But the gathering in The Lion's Den. 

Sometimes, we don't have our ducks in a row, 

But it's ok, for we're not going anywhere. 

It's December 31, and it's almost a long time ago 

When you, when me, when we were all there.