Lost, they are,
Into the oblivion.
My first words of poetry
That I poured from my heart to paper.

Lost, they are,
Into the oblivion.
As I search frantically
For the pieces of my soul in the abyss.

As our body ages,
So does our minds
And with it our perspectives.
I search in vain pieces of my bygone era

Will I ever find what I lost?
An inner voice murmurs,
An irrational mind giving me hope
For something that I may never see.