my days go quickly
my nights are quiet
in a morbid kind of way
the mind
the body
less will to move
have led my hopes astray
so many things
that are left to do
are buried in my dreams
things that once were goals to me
have faded in the seams
when the memories begin to drift away
when the body is in decline
take me to the ocean's edge
and leave me to my final line