When I'm up anyway,
To fulfill my oath to write a new Wath,
Each and every day,
A task meant only to last 'til year's end,
A semi-random date,
To fulfill an arbitrary desire,
Based on a love of numbers I'll ne'er sate.
In a world that appears to put more weight,
On one 'stead another,
Which is something that is hard not to do,
As human, I gather.
Yet, still I say,
"I will put value there,"
And this is based on nothing but my heart,
A conundrum I sometimes just can't bare.