Ageing

Again the fog
Over the tops
Around the trees
With still the leaves

What about me
Yesterday seems
Distant as it’s
Passed century

 I feel I am ageing 
Now more than before 
My days became flames 
They burn up my youth 

I remember perfectly all 
All what I do right and wrong 

What I really miss 
Is my consciousness 
That seems to stay here 
But can’t make me aware 

I go on here writing songs 
But what am I now become? 

I walked so long
At the same not
Sometimes it seems
I just begin

Cannot say what
I have built on
My past days of
Me weak and strong

I feel I am ageing 
Now more than before 
My days became flames 
They burn up my youth 

 I remember perfectly all 
All what I do right and wrong 

What I really miss 
Is my consciousness 
That seems to stay here
But can’t make me aware 

I go on here writing songs 
But what am I now become?