Off-road

Some day all of this will be a faded memory, I'll close my eyes, reflecting everything I ever had in life. I'll realize I hadn't got anything. Nothing was ever mine. Not things nor people, not memories nor experiences. Everything would seem like a big forgeten dream. It will pass. Like this present did.

And all my glory days will disappear when I pass... No one will remember mistakes I did. One day I'll be old and rusty. I'll be sitting on the chair, trying to remember why was I ever happy or sad. And I'll let go. The good and the bad. Like the wind I'll go, just as I came.