i struggle with my yesterdays
in the realm of remembering
as names and places fade away
never to be seen again

holding on to when i was young
shows a degree of sympathy
as this run is almost done
time plays out in front of me

with the mirror full of lies
its reflection hard to see
the glimmer once held in these eyes
blinking back in disbelief

what can this be all about
who pulled the wool on what i see
daily as i lose count
on this change of scenery

this fade away is not okay
nor this drum of different beats
as names and places make their way
far away from me