A Memory Faded Away

I’ve tried to find my place,

but I always seem to fail.

Stuck out here in outer space,

I am waiting for my ship to sail.

And whether real or not,

the rain clouds overhead

may just determine

if I am still alive, or dead.

Or if my blood is blue, or red,

or perhaps I am hollow,

where my veins are empty.

Just as my heart is.

How it’s no longer heavy,

and I no longer need to swallow

the pain I feel inside this vessel

as I have jumped ship yet again.

And to no end, each vessel may

one day wither and die,

as all things do in death and life.

And even as the dead soldiers cry,

their memory will then fade away

into a nothingness that is,

human existence; no longer alive,

as the the Sun burned out

and all that was left was

nothing but a dust cloud,

And that place, now gone,

was once where I lived,

a space to call my own,

before I then faded away,

just as they’d all done.

It was once my home,

where I lived, and breathed,

but I am here now in outer space,

floating forever, entirely free,

I can go anywhere, do anything,

except… I can no longer dream.

Where I once stored my memories,

the lock box inside my heart

has faded away, gone forever,

a sacrifice I had no choice in say.

And that just shows you,

Once we’re truly free,

our world, our society,

everything we’d lived for,

hoped for in the future;

all our hopes and dreams,

will be nothing but a memory

faded away.