Appeal to Discipline on the 1st Day of the Year

What do I want to do for love?
So I don't bend,
By the temptations that deep down,
Make no sense to exist.

That do not nourish, do not give life,
But only temptingly buzz.
Like the jingle of coins in the distance,
Like deceit in my soul.

It becomes a sin when I,
Chasing after something else,
Jeopardize my own soul,
In the desire for eternal life.

Today, there was such a walk in the forest, where I met myself.

Appeal to Discipline on the 1st Day of the Year