Is it another cover-up of what exist?
Or a repackaging of what is “old”?
Am I veiling deeper what I am not ready to face?
By tricking myself a new fresh start?
I am not spoiling the “new year” (if only there is one)
For the mind has seen it all
An ancient game
Created new again
Liken an old house
A new coat of paint spread
So is the mind
Except an old house
to be falled
Awaiting the dawning of freedom