The first day starts
with the promise of making new tables
Wood of different textures
unwilling to be joined by the force of nails
Alloy of metals unknown
come to the rescue
quietly bringing a remedy
As the heat pierces through its constituents
patterns unfold with every passing time
Revealing the futility of resolutions-
mere wishes unable to transform
the mundane to the sublime
without a dint of action
Do you really have to decide
in the midst of euphoria
with the fireworks far in the sky
Is it enough to write on a piece of paper
what inertia will always resist
and procrastination turns to a plan
What if you accept that things rarely change
and see that they remain the same
or a little insane
If you start from there
A day is enough to plant
Twenty one days are enough to germinate
One little seed from the ground
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