I’m not too old but I often think back
To the good times and bad times I’ve had
Life by itself it’s clearly too short
Memories long gone... dim
There is no helping resort

All that I’ve made and that I’ll ever do
Everything has a reason for myself
Perhaps not for you

And I miss some of my memories long gone

The early youth is a time
Which we will respect
When it’s far too late

The dust in my mind – the rage that I feel
The wind in my dreams
Could anyone tell me what is real

The fantasy that grows out of the seeds
My elders had sown

The creatures in my mind – the claws that I feel
The demons in my dreams are torturing me

And I miss all of my memories long gone

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