Two-Oh-Twelve ;

Till Then ;

One knows not to expect too much,
but one can't help but look forward.
Will this be a break out,
or will it be a caged in? 
Leave no stones unturned as 
one gets ready for the night.

Let it not be a disappointment,
let it be a honour.
To the urge within, 
simmer down just a little.
For displeasure lies in wait
at the end of the day.

So calm down, 
young beating one.
Put on a mask to compose yourself
for that's all you can hide behind.