Resolutions that didn’t follow me

Maybe, I slept and woke up late,
Maybe, I spoke on a wrong date.

Stayed all night talking to God,
Guess Jan first is not my day,
Was born the month before May.

All I saw was hallucination,
A lost gunner in theater of dream,
To lust, I had my coronation,
Too many titles, couldn’t find a theme.

Gradually loosing mind to this trait,
Calmly waiting yearly to be that great.
Each year, I recruit new goals to my squad,
Telling thoughtful thoughts of me, please don’t stray,
Waiting with hope for the sun, to make hay.

Tomide Abdul