My own meanderings.

Days forever shorter.
Summer drifts away.
Missing 31.
Afraid of 25.
The unavoidable is inevitable.
In so many ways.
Word to Baz.
That part between sing & floss.
Would appreciate home.
But gas, a need to plan,
a need to reflect
prevent me so.

Dawn of a new year.
Heart of a new year.
Life in a new year.