THE FACE OF THE NEW YEAR, 2003
do we change today, this first day of 2003
do we become different from what we supposedly were yesterday
are we resolutions of blood and bone waiting to be resolved
how different does our music move us today
as opposed to the days before
go ahead, nudge me, bump me, sing me
today is the first day of a new year
well, by our year accounts it is
other countries have different ways of counting time
passing time
i don't know what time looks like
does it wear a dress, does it wear slacks
does it know all the right headwaiters
time comes and takes what it will
do we evolve, do we go forward, do we move on
do we remain what we were years ago
does our consciousness rise to the so called event
does our way of seeing and hearing heighten with time's passing
i have no answers to these stupid questions
i have no answers to any questions
maybe i am the same, maybe i fumble forward by an inch
have i learned much from 2002
does my heart remain the same
the languages that filter down
the clothes of routine
do we throw them out and are we available for anything
that might dance new
listen now, i hear the new year at my door
it claims it has my winning ticket
i never played though
i never had enough time or money
the new year wants to take me out on a date
a blind date
the new year begins to sing
my door begins to implode with the power of the new year's singing
the languages that we are
the various idiosyncratic histories of our personal
do our hearts grow
do they protect themselves from the alien, the cold
the new year has all sorts of refreshments
hanging from its neck
pick your favorite river
dive head first into it
the life down there can perhaps be amiable
the life we lead can perhaps be amiable
this goes beyond governments, and Korea and Iraq and
all the other paltry bids for spatial conquest
i was speaking of the personal
i was speaking of the midnight backbeat lingo of the heart
will the new year understand our resume
will the new year dig our rhythm
the new year begins to shake itself
it claims it shakes itself to who we are in the moment
in the moment we are always someone
pick your favorite river
dive head first
you are your own first day of any new year
the year finally is not a headline
or a time capsule or an event
the year finally comes down to what we are
how we feel and see and
fumble around in the ongoing dark of the new day of light
the year is how we inhale
the year is how we love and hate
the year is how we bleed and recover
the year is us
happy new us
happy happy happy us
we goofy splendid idiotic mortals of learning and insanity and heart
happy happy you and happy happy me
do not be afraid to explore
the new year is how we explore
experience is every second
the new experience is every day of the year
the new year is just another experience
happy happy everyone
the year is how we
the year is we
year we
year
we
---Scott Wannberg |
