I feel nothing
No joy at turning the calendar page
Starting a new year
It’s the same to me
I have aspirations to fulfill
Wishes and desires
Nothing new do I need
I’m content with my wants
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I feel nothing
No joy at turning the calendar page
Starting a new year
It’s the same to me
I have aspirations to fulfill
Wishes and desires
Nothing new do I need
I’m content with my wants
I like this. It's so different from all the New Year poems so far, and to be frank, I feel exactly the same. Just another day. Nothing has changed.
And that's a blessing!