Dementia

He lives in a dreamy world In and out of existence. Reminiscence Nothing seems to be right Everlasting wicked dream Nothing is real.

His mind builds a new world Lost in a parallel universe Disarray, anguish reigns Life erodes, bit by bit nothing is real.

Dementia takes over the old man’s life Confusion, anger fear reside The past starts to fade He turns from a man to a child in the blink of an eye.

The wheels of time keep running in Infinite shifts, and the time gets shorter All alone in the face of a (the) unknown Calling for Mother.