One more new year
One more 1/1
One more broken resolution
One more thing, undone
One more fight
Again the careless attitude
One more chance to scream loud
One more thing to think about
These patterns they are killing me
The pattern of day and night
I know when it will rain
I know the patterns of death and life
So what’s new?
For the pattern of summer and winter is known to me
The patterns of hate and love
The patterns of new faces, I can figure out
Patterns present in love and lust
Patterns and calculations of Brownian motion
Patterns in random unorganized particles of dust
Rotten experiences
The unpredictability of life is itself predictable
Life is unknown, claimed to be known by a few
But surely isn’t new
Death, unknown, now new
Relationship status, unknown, not new
This year though unknown but not new
So what's new?
The random patterns of new things
Aren’t unknown for sure
So what’s left?
So what’s new?
Places? Formed by the pseudo unpredictability of earth’s crust
People? Formed by highly predictable, FUCK exchange
nature? The forming force of predictability
and the principle? It’s on how the strings arrange (heisenberg uncertainty principle and the string theory)
New things I suppose are yet to be defined
Newness contradicts itself
and this now is tough one resist
That “new” doesn’t exist
