Addled by my mortality,
I retreat from reality;
Let it rest for the day,
As would I if I could again,
Let this new become what has been,
And leave my mind to play.

What dreams I had when I was young!
Songs of color my mind had sung,
Vague thoughts caught in fugue state.
All I dream now is darkness,
Strapped inside this drifting harness,
As life and death debate.