I Am Fading

I am a mirror of gray thought.
I am see-through in the river,
and I have merged with the crowds
that occupy my mind.
I have become the chair I rest in.
I have lost my shadow.
I have released my soul
and let flow my blood into
the mainstream.
I once felt unique, but now
I die, and I shall bury my soul
within the massive graves
that float in the skies.
I am fading.