Humans being humans (New Year Version)

The smiles of strangers walking the street,

a cloudless night, celebration in the air

streets bustling with humans

and fireworks in the background,

each in their own world, worlds intertwined.

Contagious happiness on a New Year's Eve;

humans being humans, holding hands,

some drunk on life and the intoxicating night,

while others drunk on whisky and beer, vodka slushed with Jimmy's mixer, gin and martini, local rum, and the smell of cigarette-

swirling in the crowd, they dance past.

As the buzz of excitement heightens,

the dark night brightens,

when the clock strikes twelve,

there's music in the air

and unanimous shoutouts of strangers united by the propelling force of a new beginning,

the sound of imperfection,

the sound of humaneness,

the sound of relentless hope,

the sound of humans being humans;

"Happy New Year" mushrooms the world.