Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

no meaning attached.

But because they want to,

not necessarily because

they want to be revealed.

It's as if my pen

has control over me,

writing whatever comes

It's that time of year again

where some "news" are formed

and some "olds" are forgotten.

The faces of friends

become familiar again,

while last year's math formulas

do not.

We come together

In a chaotic world 

of eight billion people, 

each hidden away 

in their own 

separate lives, 

be remembered for 

being the person 

who brings others joy,