Isolation;
Dreams of the past,
Echoing silently through the night.
Memories of greatness lost in the ether of days gone by.
Hopeless regression
Today is today;
and nothing more
Sailing far from home.
Yet dream I do of past lives
Grasping things that never come
Simple times lost with age
Dancing drinking playing games
All have gone with the flow of time
I am not who I was but am none the less.
The scars of mistakes have shaped this boy
The man who stands before thee
Silent and calm with nothing to lose
The days lay out before me.
With age come other thoughts
Of waste and want and glory
Drifting through the age of dreams
With nothing left to show thee.
