Life's Flashbacks

 
The pain pushes me back into recurring depression.

Tender tears roll down my face.

My thoughts are awash inside the fog.

I want my youth back.

Silence follows the morning with misty memories.

It's a one way road with no turning back.

I feel the familiar paranoia.

The whispering fear of my being's conscience becomes reality.

I already walked through that door.
 
I turn over again in bed.

I watch myself trying to sleep.

It's a dream of utopian blues.

I wake up in a panic.

I was sure I paid my dues in advance.