To the young, I have always been old,
In my mind I am forever young.
This curse of time.
Images of days long past,
Intermingle with the now, creating a confusion,
A kaleidoscope of time, mixed
Together forging turmoil in my mind.
Not understanding the age I am in,
Or the concept of time.
My life is a fusion of different eras,
And different faces,
Interwoven in a blurry haze.
Memories of friends long since dead,
Clash with the living in incomprehensible ways.
The Living, and the dead, the thoughts
And reality, a fog in my mind.
Everything floats through my mind’s eye
Inseparable.
Though distant by decades, to me
All is still alive, and living side by side,
In this present I can't decipher.
Places I have known, the things I have done,
All seem like yesterday, not many yesterdays past.
This curse of memory
That keeps everything current, always within reach,
Floating in my mind.
How much better to be able to forget?
Rather than this heavy burden
Of the constancy of time.