turning gray
As I Turn Gray
As I turn gray, the music fades,
Melodies lost in the echo of days.
Consciousness swarms me, a ceaseless tide,
Drowning in thoughts I cannot hide.
The colors blur, once vivid, now pale,
Chained by shame—too weak to prevail.
Neither to move, nor to flee,
Trapped in time, a ghost of me.
Yesterday lingers, tomorrow looms,
Regret and doubt fill hollowed rooms.
The weight of years, heavy and deep,
A restless mind that never sleeps.
Today, I am older than yesterday,
Alone with years that waste away.
Too young to be wise, too old to dream,
Turning eighteen, yet unseen.
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