These Words

These words deep down inside me,
can not crawl out because,
there is only a lone trace,
of the shadow that once was.

Funny how the mind forgets,
the plans that it has made,
I used to have it all planned out,
but my memories do fade.

Even by a fleeting chance,
I see a vision before,
it is gone as soon as it came,
though I want to see much more.

Oh, where is the true way,
I used to know it all,
but as days go on yet shorter,
I only seem to fall.

In place with all the rest,
the ones I thought I knew,
thought that I could beat them,
but didn't have a clue.

There was a time that I believed,
I would see it through,
but as I fall back down behind,
my pride has now yet flew.

T'is a pretty sight I see,
while flowers circle 'round,
up behind the bridge it flies,
and sadness is its sound.

Though I still know not,
what I am to do,
I realize I must go now,
this is not up to you.

So I will bow behind the shade,
of moss and dried out cattails,
and leave by my only ship,
the only way that it sails.