With each passing day
I don’t remember me…
The sound of my laugh
Careless and free...
The console in my yawn
The comfort of sleep…
The song on my lips
Stirred from the deep…
The tale in my eyes
Secrets they keep…
All those little things
That make me – me…
Slip away with time
Like they’re meant to be.
This blur I call life
It makes faking easy
The truth of my life
Is my lost identity…
No time to think
Of what I’ve become
To ponder over
What’s to come…
Moments to cherish
Are drops in dark seas..
With each passing day
I don’t remember me…
This shell that you see
Is not the real - ME
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