Day 65: January First

January First

January First
The date of Birth
Of so many
Empty words

Boasting deeds
They can achieve
But people never keep

These words
Released in herds
Together storm the world

But they fall
To the roadside all
Into boxes they all crawl

Along the road
Is where they go
The new place they call home

None cares
To call them theirs
So they lie under the stairs

Soon they die
But no one cries
Because no one realized

What was said
With no intent
Of the lies they fed

To their friends
Without an end
Cause it was just pretend

Let every word
That I birth
Carry with it worth

So no more words Die in Vain