I’m Sad Now

                                                                Forgotten

                                                    Each and every day I feel

                                               Upon my back a lingering chill,

                                        As I think that our days were never free

                                  For the present shall always become a memory.

                                     ’Tis the fate of this slowly revolving world-

                                                To be forgotten and buried

                                                     In the bowels of Time.

See what I did here? The shape represents the “wheel of Time”. Ooooh.