living past the day i died,
fighting this slow movement.
happy that i tried
even though i lost the moment
this transition i fear
lost grip on my true face
all memories are dear
contributions to the chace
seems im chacing
browning fields of memories
my love is aging
it puts me on my knees
want to run away lost
my veins are gonna freeze
heart chained down with frost
want this need to ease
wish to say goodbye
open a light on new visions
but i just cry
and my make futile additions