Within my mind within my soul
 There lies an ever expanding hole
 When I try to grasp its meaning
 Elusive thoughts distract my gleaning 

 
 Where I see a thing to do
 There I lose it to something new
 When I return to get more done
 I find I achieved exactly none 

 
 I often don’t quite know who I am
 Retired, a child or a working man
 I sometimes see the past and future
 It’s the present I struggle to nurture

 
 I hear the talk around me go
 When I talk I don’t always know
 What I am saying to others there
 I feel anxious as they look and stare 

 
 I lose things now so easily
 I dismiss the losses breezily
 With timid laughter I brush them off
 Truth is I cannot understand the loss 

 
 I get confused and in a muddle
 I no longer accomplish what was a doddle
 Faces of loved ones I’m unsure of now
 To answer a question I fail at how 

 
 I’m sure I should be I’m not quite here
 There is this woman but who is “my dear”
 I live with remembering uncertain fear
 I forget to remember anything I hear
 I want to go somewhere but the way is unclear
 Why I should go there I have no idea
 Is this life or farce it is certainly queer
 I’m turned inside out my front is rear
 No reason for existence yet death’s not near
 No insight no knowledge yet I still shed a tear
 Life is a vacuum into which I can’t peer