Forgotten Days

The days blur,
Memory gives them no glance.
A wanderer's mind...how lonely.

I walk these streets, searching for myself.
What am I doing here?
A remembrance it is...my old self.
How everything was so simple...

The old days are forgotten...
The new days perish,
All is gone...except for today.
I stand as myself...but not.
I stand for something...but don't.
I am remembered...but am not...

Is this life?
That I might perish in the days of yesterday?
That memories should burn in fiery ash?
Is this truly life?