The clock strikes 12.
So make a wish.
Wish those bad memories away.
Wish those good memories will stay.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Midnight is supposed to be magical.
Or so they say.
It’s past 12 and nothing’s different.
I’m sitting here, waiting.
Waiting for something to happen.
Waiting on the world to change.
Nothing’s happening.
Nothing’s changing.
Another year has come and gone.
I’ve accomplished nothing.
I won’t look back at 2008.
There’s nothing to look back on.
Nothing to feel proud of.
Nothing to remember.
Nothing to look forward to.
It’s all the same.
The clock strikes 12.
But I can’t make a wish.
