First month of the year
Barely finished last year
Just watched time tick away
Pretending I’m new today
Like I won’t go home the same way

First day of the month
Frost in every window
Cold settled in
Wind knocking on the door
Every time the wind blows

First hour of the day
Trying to end yesterday
Sleep keeps evading me
Changing the past
Into what if fantasies

First minute of the hour
Something about seeing those zeros
Always gives me power
Optimistically what does this mean to me
Feeling so desperately

First second of the minute
What should I do
Counting down to inevitability
Why do we act so pleasantly
Feeling pain leave slowly