the wind blows through my
doors an empty sound as it
travels the rooms but no one
is home anymore.

The rooms were once full
thoughts did play, each room,
was past, present and thoughts
of a future it couldn't yet see.

This mind had many thoughts
rooms so full you  couldn't
move the so many rooms once
full of thoughts now only dust
as the room now deserted no
ideas to see any more.

Now there are just empty rooms
where the winds do blow, no
longer remembering past,
present the future bleak for a
mind with no thought. One
day the door will shut and
that will be the end of me no
thoughts anymore.