What does the Midnight bring?

It comes again tonight, 

fluttering its tireless wings 

filling our tired lives. 

Champagne bubbles jet 

out of expensive glasses 

and they delight 

ecstatic, mad

that the year has ended. 

As though tomorrow 

is not the same 

As though tomorrow

I don't wait

for the year to end again. 

Should I smoke this time? 

Let it suffocate the lungs I never had 

The heart that never works 

And kiss the thing that kills me. 

Should I love this time? 

Fall for people and not abstractions 

drown in their arms and not anxiety 

And smoke the fervor that consumes me. 

Let the year come, 

and I shall wait in an indifference 

that loneliness brings

with no one this midnight, 

to breathe into. 

Let the year come, 

and I shall wait in indifference 

of a change 

that makes me older 

and never happier.