This poem describes how I "lose myself" in thought and how now, since my thoughts are fading away, I keep thinking about all the time I’ve lost and how I am going to make up for that time being lost and start fresh.
My thoughts are fading out,
Leaving me to wonder alone.
The clock is ticking away;
Having all the time in the world.
While, I, must rush to be late.
I keep drifting away;
Losing myself in thought.
My days are fragile;
Like the winter snow.
I erase what I’ve lost,
With what I’ve found.
Soon I will awaken,
On my new ground.
As always your poems are great. Keep writing 
Bryan
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