I'm lying to myself,
but I trust with limitless faith that each day will remain
in my mind,
yet while I search and try to find the fix to this craving
for a day that fulfills this feeling of forgetfulness,
pieces of me are released from my memory
like birthday cards.
Today being the sway of sweet cliches  
sifting through my lips, so lovely
lifting my spirits for high hopes of
happier horizons,
slowly losing their touch
stuffed within the cramped corners of my mind
with the excess "best wishes"
that have no relevance
as the seasons continue to rotate.
Days, ages, as time grays
all discarded and forgotten.