Last Year

Today I was thinking about last year.
I was so different then, 
Willingly to put myself out there, 
To believe in what could be, 
If only for a second it was real, 
That was fine with me.
Last year, was a different time, 
A time I was okay, 
A time I believed in the future me. 
But as today fades, 
I can only see the dim light at the end of the street, 
Blinking away, 
Igniting into a spark, 
Lighting fire, 
I want to run away. 
If only I could run to year, I was me, 
Then maybe I could stay, 
Fighting against the dark, 
For the day, I would no longer be afraid.