On The Wall

My face on the wall,
Framed and hung there to watch.
Singing songs of the past,
But saying nothing at all.
It's just another day
And I can't remember how it starts.

My face on the wall,
Watching the world fall apart.
Telling tales of the past,
Yet doing nothing at all.
It's just another day
And I can't remember how it ends.

My face on the wall,
Framed for posterity.
Showing signs of the past,
Yet not helping at all.
It's just another day
And it's faded from my memory.

The End

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