
to set a new goal
we all do
at years end already
thinking religiously
but enthusiasm will fade
with the progress of days
weeks/months
yet it’s the water-mill of
our existence
where thoughts keep flowing
like the water that turns the
bigger wheel of life
jut like the stars turn the
big wheel of the heavens –
in between a breather of
a walk in the fresh day
of a year that already is
tired/powered out
cowers on a bench on a
popular outlook
to look back where one
still lives
it all means a change of
one’s perspective we’ll need
let’s go all forward.
forward.drawrof
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.