Two thousand three hundred and eighty-sixth Christmas day

Is it the weather, is it the past?
Is it the time that unwillingly passed?
Is it the future, is it the tree?
Is it the caged bird or just the family?
Is it the radio, is it the air?
Is it the people or am I unfair?
Is it the candles, is it a kiss?
Is it the memories I want and I miss?
Is it the jealousy is it the love?
Is it the distance I feel from above?
Is it just me or is it the world?
Is it imagination or am I just bored?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...!

I call this: confusion on second Christmas day...