I travel the road that is my mind many
stops taken to places I remember, but
some are fading could it have been that
long.

I see my self as I was before, young and
restless but the picture is scartched it
wasn't like I remember it before.
  
I look around the road it was smooth
in my past, but roads are closed. No
light does shine the lamp post of my
memories have faded and gone.
  
Other roads I see *** holes in my
thoughts, not full memories some
worn away, not smooth this road
soon never to be traveled as  
memories muddled to many holes
have there become.
  
My mind once a place to visit the
roads to my past were many, but
over the years they have closed or
gone.
  
My mind is slowly closing soon I
will not remember myself and on
that day my mind will be closed,
never again to be travelled upon.