Entering a New Year, twenty thirteen
With forecasts of gloom like you've never seen
But forecasts are but guesstomates
Subject to fluctuations and often change
If this was not the case life would indeed be strange
Consultation of your stars are flights of fancy, true
There is nothing written deep in stone that pertains to me or you
Live each days as it presents itself
Enjoy your surrounds and friends
For who knows what is in store fore us, or when that enjoyment ends?