Memories fading, fading fast. <br />Thoughts of the future, thoughts that have passed. <br />Living too long, <br />In the wrong kind of place; <br />Want to remember <br />To always forget, <br />Things in the morning. <br /> <br />Memories fading, fading fast. <br />Am I going mad? I’m going to test, <br />Living my life <br />in the wrong kind of way. <br />Always remembering <br />not to forget <br />things in the morning. <br /> <br />Night terrors awaiting <br />Night mares dancing <br />Night time coming; <br />Awake <br /> <br />Memories failing, failing fast. <br />This song as we know it, is not going to last. <br />Living’s not wrong <br />In the right kind of place. <br />Never forget <br />To always remember, <br />Things in the morning<br /><br />Alice Anne Gordon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-in-the-morning/
