I sit and stare at the glaring screen
My eyes dissolve the light
I can remember fun
I can remember ever so much
I'll never know again
And yet I pray for everything
I want my past
I want to be young and free and happy
Now all I have is this
This and memories
My life is one huge repetition,
living each day exactly like the last
The light is bright
But I hear no sounds
to accompany anything
What will happen when the light fades?

(unfinished as of 4-4-98 and revised on 4-9-98)