Years Before and After

These are probably the first lines of a new year that almost feels like the year before, which seemed like the one before it. Something must have changed for sure, from within and from without. I am sure of this but been never sure of what really changed. Do I love to do the things that gave me joy in the year before? But, do I even know what made me happy the year before and the one before that? Monotony is my biggest foe. There are lots to be done but actually, I do not do anything. I just work. I lose count of so many things these days or do I care to even look back. I often think of adventure, but hit a dead road woke up by the first rays of sunlight forcing through my windows. I love the mist in the morning, for they keep me dreaming, I often sleep with my mouth wide opened in the public transport. Oh? I love dreaming, they raise me like the clouds that move so majestically taking whatever form you can imagine. But, then I am often awakened by a crowd of prying eyes trying to look into my open mouth. Damn, I am embarrassed. But, then I look out of the window to a sultry winter morning and dream of the next day’s dream.