Resolutions end where they begin
those uttered with voices too thin.
From the clothes we’d never wear,
To those feelings we over bear;
We choose, but they end in a bin.
We fight what we’ve never seen,
detest places we’ve never been
Hate to remember why right here
There’s a human part that would err
The part that gives in to affair.
What we left in twenty eighteen,
Has built us a house in nineteen.
Because our demons interfere,