Am I the only one who is terrified by New year,
and the prospect of all it may bring?
Am I the only one afraid to look down the road of 2015,
fearing what I might see?
Am I the only one who worries that this might be the year,
the year my life changes for ever?
Am I the only one who doesn’t plan for better,
but is perfectly happy with now?
Am I the only one who wishes for a boring year,
of days filled with ‘normal’?
Am I really the only one?