Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

In the warmth of a day, 
We listlessly fade into euphoria; 
With a folk tune, 
And a blank page in hand, 
Daylight passes like fading thoughts; 
With a cheerful melody, 
We get carried away; 
Lost in thought, 
Confused about being carefree, 
And dancing with time; 

Mother remembers the time, 
And son begins again; 
I lost it all but the fear of the Lord; 
That wise men have never forgotten; 
Withstanding the memory, 
And never forgetting, 
Remembering my children's first laugh; 
The smell of some flower I don't know, 
Begins to arouse a thought; 
I am at peace on a Sunday morning; 

Remembering the time 
And remembering when 
A moment that's mine 
Fells like life begins