Rushing

the years turn

and every new day

is a new page with

new memories and

new emotions

as the pages turn

gradually the

used words fade

the days

old and new

merge towards oblivion

oh! how I try to gather memories

how I need my lapsing consciousness

to hold me steady

hold me steady

little spaces grow

into chasms of

self doubt

and carelessness

tonight I was reminded

of places I'd been

things I'd done

things I'd been told

but lost

nothing endures

sadly it fades

it all fades

what will we become