My feverish world goes round and round

Sometimes I’m up and sometimes I’m down

My talents and memories boxed in red

Held together with a steely web

Slowly turning always old and new

Someone climbs in, focused into view

The sky the trees so bright and strong

Light my way sometimes it’s wrong

But circling round my numbered boxes filled

Memories so many too many to spill

I try but often the memories fade

I know they’re there those memories I made

But alas this affliction’s imprisoned me

And stole these things that made me, me

The world and people seem always around

I’m soaring high with feet on the ground

But sadly now bewildered am I

For all around is just open blue sky

Some things I remember but don’t know the name

And so much forgotten, am I going insane?

People say hi! Do you remember me?

But alas my red boxes are now empty you see.

Sometimes I’ll be here, often I’ll not

Occasionally remembering those names I forgot

No pity now, just guiding hands and voice

For people like me there is little choice

We’ll wonder like this till there’s no life left

And time will take our last earthly breath.