Often, we look forward to the turn of the year because we equate it to starting all over again. And in the vein of such, here's this poem. Originally made for the now defunct Niume, I'm immortalizing it here. Although each 'gold' differs from person to person, would anyone venture to guess what each means here? What about what it means to you?
Gold
Cross that threshold
For once, be bold
Go to the outside bathed in gold
Has a chance to behold
A view not dark but bathed in gold
Break away from the Shadow's hold
And run to embrace a new world -
a new world bathed in gold
