One at a time

Empty Promises

the air is filled with sounds
car honking, people screaming
fireworks
like a million, multicolored fireflies
plumetting from the sky
in a loud thunderclap
i wonder what the year holds for me
nothing, maybe
for even now when i should be out
dancing under the light of
a billion falling stars
i sit in a sofa that's a quarter way to death
i sip beer in a wine glass in pretend
and i stare out of the open window
into the depressing streets
my face numb in the cold

will things really change at this time of year?
i don't feel it
my chest is still empty,
my eyes dull
even with the promise of tomorrow
for at the end of everyday there is always that
but i only wake up at sunrise
to the replay of today
and when i wake up a couple of hours from now
everything will still be the same