Resolutions that didn’t follow me

I need figures like number eight
I shall not eat carbs when it’s late

Unfollow the dark pages
Write stories I’ve never told
Follow leads that turned out cold

Under the sun, vision redefined
Rays pour in to offer clarity
For purposes I am yet to find
Nature and it’s gift of charity

When was the last time I made a resolve?
I don’t need more complications to solve
These will not also make twenty nineteen
Truth is, sheets crease with ease to make this piece.
To the whims we buried here, rest in peace!

Vera