Last night,
I went to sleep.
And drifted to a land,
Where shadowed memories creep.

Broken thoughts,
Drift around.
They float through the shadows,
Without a sound.

It makes me sad,
For those I've forgotten.
For only their voices,
Remain not rotten.

As I grow older,
My memories decay.
Until the me of old,
Will someday fade away.

In this place,
Of broken dreams.
I see my past,
Leak out of my seams.

at this time,
I mourn my age.
Thinking back to the time,
When I thought being a kid was my cage.