Un Peu Plus

January,

New year, new me.

I need a bit more clarity,

A bit more sanity.

A bit more integrity,

A few more apologies.

Instead of what’s ahead of me,

I’m still watching memories.

I can’t use telepathy,

I can’t see the best in me.

Instead of becoming free,

I’m still under lock and key.

January,

I need a bit more validity.

A bit more sincerity,

A bit more therapy.

The world's worst anomaly,

I’m the greatest nominee.

I can’t find morality,

I’ve lost my humanity.

January,

New year, new me.

I need a bit more energy,

A bit more popularity.

January, or even February.

I need a bit more, eventually.