Pouring light and sound
A scene a farce
Speakers, mics, and hats
Why are they so enormous
People sing and preform
Captured through silicon
Moved to our eyes
Why is this what’s on
Moving a network so vast
It carriers a delay
Not truly in sync
Why are we glued to this past
Approaches the time of year
The one that marks its movement
It’s terribly behind
Why is this the clock they choose
Steel and lights all round
Lowered in control
With a brand stamped
Why call it a drop when nothing falls
Moving still
My time flips
Alone in recognition
Why the sounds of pressed lips
The year begins behind
The year begins alone
The year begins a new?
Why is this the thought present here
A new year
A new chance
A new number to lull