A day passes;
we are suddenly reborn.
It’s a new year;
the last gone and unmourned.
The time the Mayans dreaded
has come to us at last.
Yet we looked towards it
with an eagerness unsurpassed.
We seek a clean slate
while our past remains with us.
Why do we avoid blemish?
It is our mistakes that define us.
So look to the future,
And remember the past.
But live the present;
it alone never lasts.