My taste buds are tickled
by transparent bubbles
bursting and oozing
its farewell to last year,
promising a better one to come.
The Prosecco continues
its journey down my throat,
allowing me to feel everything.
My senses welcome you,
new dawn,
So allow the earth
and everyone on it to
soak you up.
But while the world
enjoys the moment
my mind races past
to the future.
The questions will be
answered eventually,
and eventually these
answered questions will leave me
understanding that with contentment
there is no progression.
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