I’ve lived for too long

There’s too much to remember

The great weight of my memory

is like a sea anchor

in the ocean of my subconscious

slowly slowing me down

till surely I must sink beneath the waves

of remembrance

lost in a Praustion jag of minutae

I can’t see the future

just the bagg of my past

I can’t last much longer

I need to be strong

but I’m nearly as weak as my last cup of tea

my emotions are gone

I’m lost and forlorn

I’m shorn of my strength my rhythm my song

I’m all out of time like a broken guitar

I’ve lived for too long.