Aging

Why is it we forget more as time goes swiftly by?

It's an inevitable process no matter how hard we try.

We scrunch our eyes and the gears go round

Yet there are some things that just cannot be found.

Faceless names and nameless faces

We dig deep, deeper than we should, and yet there are no traces

No ghost of a whisper from a time long ago

No clues to go on as there's nothing else to show.

We forget our younger years

Our long lost hopes and fears

The foolish dreams we once possessed

Have long since been laid to rest.

We forget how we were so lost and insecure

With thoughts of 'I don't know' or 'I'm unsure'

The times when nothing seemed to go right

And the times we had to earn with a fight.

However  we forget all of these things

While the ache of familiarity constantly rings,

It  rings forever inside our head

Yet these memories and more are all left unsaid

And yet we all forget other things too

Now tell me again,

Who are you?