The world’s still moving forward
and I’m sitting like a snail,
walking down the forest pathway
with no real good place to be.
Taking in the last of this year
as the stars climb through the sky,
breaking sticks and brushing branches
’cause I don’t know where to go.
But that doesn’t matter here
in this last hour of the day.
Why not take in these last moments,
breathe the air of newer years?
Yes, I’m walking down this pathway
and I’m not sure of my name,
but I’ve got some time to find it
’til this year turns round again.