Lost
In seas of
age and
self-doubt

As I watch newcomers
drink
to a new year of 
Love
Work
Play
Knowing tonight will be one not
remembered by morning

As I watch middle-aged couples
drunkenly spill over
Each
Other
Slur words like
“Iloveyou”
Slop kisses onto
Breasts
Cheeks
Lips
Not knowing which is which
but knowing
that lips belong on such places

As I watch old folks
taking their toast of champagne
Bundled up to face the cold on brittle
bones
Thinking quietly to themselves if this 
New
Year
Will be
their
Last 

As my head
fucks with itself slowly
Tortured
With wishes of being those who I observe
Tricking
Myself
That satisfaction lies in the
Future 

This
Year
Will be another 
one
Closer to
Satisfaction.

Right?