Eye Pattern Blindness - Pond

Everyday I wake physically weaker than before

In my growing mind dreams have left behind a sign that there was more

Colourless and vague, thoughts they slip away with the daylight

Can I get them back?

What can I do to get them back inside?

Into the delay the sounds don’t carry on into the days

All I’ve left to find the parts are realizing all collecting thoughts

Blackness sit, awaits and slumber hits the rain outside my window

With a brand new day I got some things I really have to find