I remember a time when light did not fade
before my eyes in flashes
of never ending time.
I remember a time when days were
as colorful as nights
and lies were not lies.
I remember a time when my eyes
saw the surface rather than
everything but that.
I remember these times but now
they are merely rhymes that
have disintegrated into nothing.
I remember the constellation of
thoughts marked on blue-  
lined paper, inscribed
to tell of every whim
and want.  
I remember the bitterness of
my frame and it’s
inabilities,
and it's defiance
overtaking sense.
I remember when dusk
marked night rather than
restless eyes and
i did not have to try to
come back again,
i just came back.
I remember a time when
my name was not merely the sum
of numbers and papers
and unworthy accomplishments
compared to moral worth.
I remember when passion filled
every bone of my being and
i didn’t have this
morose, lingering
abundant mass of thoughts
i do not care to hear