Ode to thought

As I inhale the year, 

I exhale my inner thought. 

I did it. 

I have lived, breathed another second, another minute, 

Another 

Year. 

My pulse dances to the beat of my celebration, 

and although I am tired, 

I am alive. 

My veins are filled with my words, 

My angst, 

My love, 

and they circulate. 

As I inhale the year, 

I wave hello to my new thoughts.