Another Year

Another 365 days have passed through my grasp like water between my fingers.
I feel as if nothing was accomplished and yet so much has begun.
Procrastination and over indulgence were yet again my enemies.
But once more, I myself was my own worse enemy.
No one can be a harsher critic than I.
No one has more excuses to why I failed than I.
No one can make sense of what goes on in my mind better than I.
No one seems to understand me as well as I.
And no one can possibly dislike me more than I.
A year of gluttony, lust, greed, pride, indulgence, and jealousy.
With the anger that followed each.
A year of waste.
A year of want.
A year of pain.
And a year lost.
And now I dawn the falsity of pretense in hopes that this year may be different.
But how can I expect this year to be different when I myself will remain the same.