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.