So many ports of entry.

Good morning New Year. I’ve been waiting on you.
There are quite a few points that I’d like to work through.

2019 was a mother and you held the door for her leave.
I appreciate your entrance; you are fresh air to breathe.

Good morning, good morning. Let it always be new between you and I.
2020: I’m focused plenty; for you, I’ve got eyes.

I like the strength of your thighs. May I cop a feel?
2020 your hips can yield plenty as it pertains to intellectual appeal.

Oh yes. Please come in and do take your time.
You and I are going to get along just fine.

From the span of the calendar to all that God holds true,
2020 it’s good to meet you; allow me to accentuate you.

May you encompass a host of electric vehicles, hybrids and the likes,
humanity, wisdom and love; much less digital hacking and fights.

Good morning New Year. It’s so good to meet you.
Be not coy with your grace, a world healing is natural and due.

Excited is my heart and every molecule that composes me,
that you and I should finally meet.

Welcome beloved 2020.
Through you, the flow will be plenty.

Let’s frame you in a medium shot…

It’s 39 degrees outside — though you are so hot.