A Toast

For all of my days,
I lived to the brim,
Or I lay to waste,
And for every place,
I have ever been,
I wanted to go,
I've had in my dreams,
And for every face,
I've met and I've seen,
But I don't recall,
I'm raising a toast,
A glass full of air,
I struggle to breathe,
To the monitor's beep.