The pleasant start of a new mission.
The thrilling excitement for earthly pleasures.
New year is an arbitrary date.
There is no objective time.
Then what are these yearly patterns of time that I feel ?

Today is the present I live,
in relation to my space-time.
Let’s go back to that past,
but it’s gone…
Is it not ?

The past comes back
we can notice its signs.
Workers strike while
some nations collide.
Why can we not change the future?