Begging the Question

The c**k crows, six a.m.	1
My eyes flutter,	2
My mind shutters,	3
I say to myself," who am I again?"	4
and where are you,	5
where did yesterday go?	6
Who are these new faces,	7
where does the tide stop and roll?	8
Colors mostly,	9
that's all I can recall.	10
Bright blooming childhood,	11
sunshine and the leaves of last fall.	12
My memory is getting hazy now,	13
I've almost forgot,	14
about you and her and he and she,	15
faces and names all blending in the pot.	16
Time rolls on, doesn't stop to ask permission.	17
Why, even today will soon become yesterdays	18
long lost vision of truth and understanding,	19
but what does all this mean?	20
It means I'm getting older,	21
and all things pass.	22
faces fade away and memories	23
become nightmares that won't let me sleep.	24
Unconscious visions of what has been and what will be.	25
I apologize, I'm just begging the question again.	26