This new year speaks of changes,
And choices yet unmade,
Of losing what I'm used to
As the past begins to fade.

Will I go to high school? College?
Will I lose my friends
As we choose different classes
En route to different ends?

And what of friends forgotten,
Whom I may meet again?
Shall I get lost on campus
As my whole world starts to spin?

Does my future hold a job
Toiling for my pay,
While those whom I am close to
Go out to love and play?

Maybe I will travel,
To places far and near,
But in those other places,
Will I lose what I hold dear?

On a lonely weekend,
Will I wipe away a tear
As I slowly end my letter,
"I wish you were here"?

Call pessimistic, paranoid,
In truth, my feet are cold;
Perhaps I am quite terrified
Of what this year will hold.

So one foot after the other,
I trek on into the dark,
A small car with no headlights;
On this road you cannot park.

My mind is filled with questions,
Their answer's what I seek,
The secret of my future,
Be it bright or bleak.

~Neko4~
January 2002