New year wishing (I.P.)

Sat at the picnic bench, outside
hot chocolate, between my gloves
knowing later this morning, they
will be wishing for me, not know
here wishing it could be better,
because it's never any different
maybe next year we'll feel free.

The dawn fog to eventually rise,
sleepily from the motorway road,
wet mist off a outside my visor,
if only I could travel any time,
I being careful what I wish for,
never dare to make a big change,
maybe time for me to change that
...