The New Year

To what end do I believe that there is money to be made?

How did I find myself standing on a street with a box of fortune?

I am forced to sell items for the Chineses New Year.

To believe that I am here, it’s a sight to see.

I am not good with such things, as I hold a bag of money.

To think that I have to run a stand to bring others good luck,

While I am stranded on a cold corner with the snow-filled ground.

Ahh, yes, it’s a sight to see.

I find myself in a convenience store, fighting through an angry employee.

To believe I was trying to sell good luck to fight my hunger.