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Red over, red over, a desperate plea
I yearn to transcend, but barriers decree
"I want to pass," I cry, "I cannot stay!"
Caught in the currents of the old regime's sway.
On the cusp of renewal, the waves crash and roar,
The old order recedes, but lingers ashore.
A breach in the dam, a vandal unseen,
Attempts to derail, to steal what might have been.
"I want to pass," I plead, but the voice says, "No!"
"I am passing," I insist, with resolve aglow.
What foe dares obstruct this destined ascent?
Ten toes planted firm, on my future intent.
They creep and they steal, they lie and they bind,
A constant resistance, a torment of mind.
But the trumpet of dawn, a clarion call rings,
Arise, all ye souls, let your spirits take wings!
Like acrid smoke rising, a new force ascends,
Heavy and hefty, where this smoke descends,
A surefire ignition, a light that will guide,
As the swift wings of time, a new year will ride.
Dread shall consume those who fear the unknown,
A heavy emptiness, a soul overthrown.
Let this be your last sigh, your final lament,
Embrace the new dawn, the year's grand ascent.
May the delights of 2025 unfold,
The mysteries of your maker, a story untold.
Hear the waves crash, against the rocky shore,
But your soul is anchored, forevermore.
No more swept away, like leaves in the breeze,
No more a whirlpool, lost in endless seas.
This year, we ascend, we pass, we break free,
By the grace of the architect, you and I shall be.
- cocoaTea.poetry
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