lost days

Few days have gone,

but without a sound,

i wait and relive the age,

that reminds me i am around.

Few days have gone,

but there is not much thought,

i starve until afternoon,

Just to remind me of what i fought.

Few days have gone,

since i left the sun down by the lake,

i burn for ash and company,

Just to refine me from the usual taste.

And few days are left,

Soon they will be gone,

i wait in reverence and make me not stale,

ever changing in form,

dividing myself and searching like a worm,

Just to decide which way is home.