My pockets are deep and hollow
My desires fade from the norm,
My heart remembers Love
My mind forgets the connection,
My body wants to feel youth
My memory seems to be select,
My life is just a flash in a day
My existence is not yet reasoned,
My question has not yet been asked
My answer not yet obtained,
My purpose is not yet explained
My curiosity is growing dim,
My light does not shine as bright
My darkness has grown comfortable,
Why do I feel like I have so much to give
And no one desires to receive it
