End of the Year Blues

Is it something I am missing after all this while?

After all once the gutsy heart dared to dream.

I wish I could find that place once again,

I could see the point where the sky embraces the earth.

To be a child or an adult is the eternal confusion,

And standing at the precipice is not fun.

Decisions are always tough and eat away precious time.

But sticking to them is tougher than anything else.

Each day is good, each day brings with it a new wonder,

And I firmly resolve now not to lumber.

Past years are best relegated to the attic,

Dustballs and grime will slowly fade them away.

The mind is the quickest time-traveller,

Skipping nimbly through long-forgotten images.

The year is drawing to a close

And my heart is returning home.