A trace of mine

I don’t know what clouds stand gathering,
Which stare down upon me now
I could not earlier bear, stand suffering
but now, I’m forced to welcome it somehow

My imagination painted the beginning,
of what seemed like an eternal heaven
Ignorant that I was already given up,
before the months finished numbered seven

And amidst most of these memories,
of which I don't know use;
perplexed whether I can rely on them,
to chase some shady hues

But I know the flavor of fading now,
Diminishing just doesn’t come to me
What trace of mine will fate allow;
A part which grows, such even I cannot see