It’s the last day of the year
And I am making new resolutions all over again.
Better equipped like an information dispensing machine at work,
lively and loving at home,
exceptional in all my relationships,
an epitome of discipline
leading by example.
Disappointed that even before the year begins,
and my resolutions are put into motion,
I know that I’ll fail.
My life shall be the same
half hearted enterprise,
leaning towards ‘something just better than this’ and not getting anywhere.
Waylaid by temptations,
of a warm bed,
of a mediocre lack lustre work ethic full of complaints.