Sh-Ron Almeida
Asst. Arts and Entertainment Editor
The sun goes down, the shadows come to play
In the darkness, when the clock strikes twelve, they appear
Partying without fear
Any worries that plagued them instantly disappear
Singing, dancing, and laughing in distortion
Infinite euphoria, zero restraint
Bottles of Champagne bursting wildly
A grand festival of ruthless abandon
They live in a time when anything was possible
But, they know it won’t last long
It’s just for the moment
Once the sun rises again, the party is over
A new year of a cold reality has begun