memory

I don't think I'm aging well.

Because it's midnight and the wind begins to moan.

I'm 26 and they are starting to weigh on me.
there's no age for unenployment
Is it that other people distract me from how unsatisfied I am with myself?
Am I even that?
Do I even hate myself as much as I think?


I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.
all alone with my memory of my days in the sun
let the memory live again.


I must wait for the sunrise
and I mustn't give in
when the dawn comes
tonight will be a memory too
and a new day will begin.