Next year I´ll wear my mask brighter

And keep my cards tighter.

 

Next year I´ll be more me and less us,

I´ll build my own shelves

And cry my own tears.

 

I´ll be walking down new roads

Another ones, not yours,

But my own.

 

Next year I´ll be as strong as my look-alike

The one I see in the mirror

Everytime I leave the house.

 

December 2015