Myself, I Deceive

The memory is simply fading
Why is this happening to me?
The recollection of something simple,
Seems like a short-lived fantasy.
So I think I’m beginning to wither,
In such a bitter sweet release
Letting go of myself,
Torn piece by piece.
In peace.
In my desperate effort to reenact
My seeming dimming existence
I try to evolve around the world,
But there is too much resistance.
It’s a fact I’m already shrinking
I can almost taste defeat,
Is it time to depart?
Still incomplete,
Repeat.
Or is this just some dumb found idea?
That somehow has made me succumb
But suddenly I happen to find out
It was I all along just for fun.
Maybe I’m just losing it in my head,
This notion I’ve come to believe,
That I’m trying keep sane
My self, I deceive,
How naïve.