Its New Year and I generalised

Slipping,
slipping away,
the fingers' hold loosening,
another year spent,
another rope loosened.
More suns,
and an equal number of moons.
Be sensible,
there is nothing new,
(pragmatically),
in the new year.
Its always the same
as Murakami puts it
"In the world we live in, what we

 know and what we don’t know are

 like Siamese twins, inseparable, 

existing in a state of confusion."

Everybody is a parasite,

feeding of this confusion.

Yes, I know,

I've done the crime,

I generalised.

But still, 

let me do this at least,

while you all,

drink and dance.