So Why Should I?
Shadows move quickly through my mind as shattered memories
flash back and forth like beams of
sunlight through the cracks of an old barn.
Time deceiving all reason or rhyme. Days long gone, faces fading in and out, names long forgotten.
Smiles, laughter, childhood delight, a time long past, yet peaces vivid as if yesterday was alive.
Insanity or dementia, who knows for sure?
Eighty-four or eighty-five? I'm not for sure anymore.
No one cares, they are all gone.
So why should I?