My thoughts need time… / All ideas re-align / Our words do depend / On ready-made namesakes /

Memory’s a storage / it makes you feel euphoric / One day I discovered / a shadow and it hovered

My mind’s on decline…/ It’s a fine line / I got out of hand / Talking shifting sands

Read it in a paper, / good news I need an anchor/ Gave it all away / to people old and fray

Accosted by a neighbour, / who gave me food and shelter / He misappropriated my funds but then related: /

His thoughts went bold: / “What am I made for? / Can’t remember my own name! / Maybe a zimmer frame?!” /

Am I ending up?/ My thoughts are getting stuck / There is no destinyjust splendid devilry /

My thoughts need time…/ All ideas re-align / All words do make sense / Some-one will understand!