Life,that is...

It’s that time of the year again
Vacuum has set in, which I frown upon with disdain
Not that I cannot overcome that in defiance
But we all indulge in moments of indolence
Nor I acquit myself of this disobedience

Resentment, retreat, reticent and restraint
It’s all a repetition
Well, its that time of the year again.

Looking beyond this phase of rejection
There could be a festivity of celebration
Though no certitude.