Memories fading, fading fast.
Thoughts of the future, thoughts that have passed.
Living too long,
In the wrong kind of place;
Want to remember
To always forget,
Things in the morning.
Memories fading, fading fast.
Am I going mad? I’m going to test,
Living my life
in the wrong kind of way.
Always remembering
not to forget
things in the morning.
Night terrors awaiting
Night mares dancing
Night time coming;
Awake
Memories failing, failing fast.
This song as we know it, is not going to last.
Living’s not wrong
In the right kind of place.
Never forget
To always remember,
Things in the morning
Alice Anne Gordon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-in-the-morning/
