It never cease to amaze,
The thoughts that cause a craze,
In your memory banks,
As an empty vessel or tank,
That slowly then rapidly,
Fills in the splendidly,
Void space within,
The confines of aging,
Becoming still and stagnant,
Pulled away such as a magnet,
That has begin to lose attraction,
Slowly drifting causing little reaction,
To  the once prevalent,
Cold hard element,
The core in which you are,
Eventually forgotten like a drink in a bar,
As you do your checks,
Asking while you scratch your neck,
There has to be something,
In the end there is nothing,
Except a troublesome thought,
Even though it will never be caught,
You feel it slip away,
As you wake each and everyday