Haunted Ramblings from my Mind

Thoughts weight heavily on my mind.  Getting older is not what it's cracked up to be or maybe I'm just cracking up.  Subtle shifts on my frame like stressed burning timbers on a fire about to break.  Memories come and memories go and memories fade more and more every day.  Damn, the time fog gets thicker like I'm walking through a cold, grey shadow land of my own mind.  Ah, the ghost come and pass right through me, but I don't see them and they don't care about me anymore.  Their eyes are dark, brooding, and lidless.  On day I'll be like them... but tonight it's just thoughts... just thoughts.