I'm starting to go
against
what I've been taught
i'm starting to act
a little
distraught
I'm starting to not
be me
everything
ever so slightly
changing
Oh what to do
about me and you
brilliant knoweledge
has
escaped my mind
and all the while
the clock is
ticking past time
going in circles
yet in a different
direction
no longer
clearly
do I see
my own reflection
The plants
they grow without
the sun
and I no longer
remember
where I'm from
the years go by
my memory
crys
for attention of regrets
yet somehow I've
manged not to forget.......
.............................................................The Story Of Us
Silent Speaker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-us/
