2010

20-10.

Let's split the year in half.

24 weeks to get your life back in order,
24 weeks to screw it up all over again.
A few just to relax.

2010 should be better, could be better, but what WOULD be better,
is if all the bullshit from the last never settled in my past.
2010 should be better, but I know better.

12 months.... some cold some hot...
Sounds like the people I know.

2010... doesn't it sound like one of the years of the "future?"
Where cars would be flying and ppl wore suits that looks like space suits...
Where vacations would happen on different planets, The Fifth Element was ill.

2010... it's really nothing special,
just a numerical assignment to another chapter in the world's history.
Where governments fucc up and people live their lives in misery.
2010...2020...2000... They all still sound funny.
the 90s sounded the best.

Resolutions are lame but I make them anyway.
In 2010 I will stop making plans.
Because they always fall through, and nobody else cares as much.
catch me if you can*