What was once written (Short Poem)

This one is for all the new years that have come:

What was once written

As a template that has drastically fallen

we impregnate our wishes and dreams to come.

Is not the first time, but we react as such.

We look for the reset button one more time,

we push it every year, only to find out...

...that its effect is never lasting, anyways.

The template slowly erases and fades away

to become a chaotic sheet of paper

unable to recognize or remember...

...what was once written, by who?, for what? and why?

The message is always to ride the dragon.

But the imposed goal is to drive the dragon.

We try to drive him with total and full control...

...but we end up being carried away by him.

Hoping to grow ourselves, before seeing the final sunset... once again.