The Ode to 2015 (without the rhyme)

 And then, there was 2015. Happy to begin. Happy to replace the previous year. You're welcome, with reservations though. The euphoria is at its peak for you, but you know, the downside is still ever constant, obvious and practical. Take a leaf from 2014, it had its good and its bad, but to be realistic it had its good and its worse. Do I expect any different from you, 2015? That's left to see. The realism of the times we live in is catching up on people, and they accept the incoming year with mixed feelings. High optimism was shattered, or should I say people are more aware that "you don't necessarily get what you wish for." The fanfare, though still high and reasonably normal, is just a facade, a mask to hide the scepticism of what you hold, 2015. The speed of time is gradually increasing, but they say it's because we're growing old. What we're sure of is that a new year is here and it would swish by and we are scared, and rightly so. One request, 2015, don't leave me worse than I already am, if you won't make me better.