Fade

If i sit upon this magic carpet
to explore worlds untamed
and travel far into dimensions
to be bewildered by the unthinkable
would i long for
the days spent idle
in my wooden cradle
when existence was the drive
to open eyes and strive
to be another bought into humanity
guided by warmth and love and sanity
of the ones that adored me in all profanity
And as time wastes into days
my  bones will ache and laze
as my flesh is sure to deteriorate
to give it back from whence it came
then with flowers they adorn and decorate
the passing of me, in praise or blame
through struggle and strife
they dictate my life
the highs and lows
the poems and prose
and tear drops upon a red or white rose
made of memories dose per dose
tear by tear
in death we fear.

So, If I am to sit upon this magic carpet
and disappear into wonder
the less the memories to be made
the easier I will fade.