It would be safe on the other side? The rightward way of time. Would I be better off when reaching futurity? Or better so in yonder antiquity? What happenings hurry hastily near, mongering fear? And do they warrant such emotion? Or are the intricacies not clear? Will the future have more substance, than present, past and youthful years? Or will it be filled with struggles, and yearning for past records? Will I look back and read chronicles, and hear annals of my past, and think you wished me godspeed? Or that after a tell-all I'd fade into history. So many wishes and dreams linger, and so much time to complete, yet every year my heart is moved in fewer means, and time marches past more enlivened with passing years. However lethargic my will might slow, and however less nuances I come to know. Next year's problem for next year's show, for now bid farewell to auld lang syne. And welcome in the new year - and hope it all passes fine.