Изби ме на поезия, а не съм близвал още
The new year is near,
The old problems are still here.
What we did or didn't,
Regretting is forbidden.
Few steps, a little more,
The old me is behind the door.
Fresh air, morning breeze,
Deep breath, quiet sneeze.
Crooked smile, lonely tear,
One step, should I fear?
I feel your hand, holding mine,
Am I an idiot? We'll be fine.