They say it's the new year
and I believe them.
How could they be lying to me
when the whole world lights up in flames
like clockwork,
first Beijing then New York.

Sometimes I feel they lie to us
about the passage of time.
It is moving fast and slow through me.
Inside I am five, fifteen, twenty
yet outside I am supposed to make money,
buy a house,
be in a movie.

I do not believe them anymore
when they say another year has passed.
Time is arbitrary and so am I.
Who says I am changed?
Who says I am the same?
Today is just another day.