My every feature’s wanting
And my reasoning is thin
My anger’s somewhat daunting
But my feeling’s oft within

My enchantment’s only fleeting
My ignorance less so
As I’ve spent my days deleting
All the things I ought to know

My beauty is unheard of
My charm is somewhat forced
My heart is cynical in love
My mind and tongue are long divorced

I’ve done nothing that I’ve wanted
A few things I never planned
But if we face the sea undaunted
Surely somewhere we’ll find land


Happy New Year!