The Little Box

(10/20/13) It is a small little box and you have the key Open it up so that I can see My mind is playing tricks on me I feel as if I’m losing my memory. No matter how much I fought I can’t hold a single thought My mind travels from place to place It’s a dilemma that I must face. It is not just for the elderly you see It can happen to you as well as me. The young call it daydreaming And the elderly call it dementia No matter what you may call it, it is Havoc on the brain and your life will never be the same. It gets to a point that not much in life matters All your dreams have become shattered. Such a little box that can hold so much And all is lost at the slightest touch. You want to know how bad your memory becomes - - - - - - (what was I talking about?) Oh yes memories It becomes like waves against the beach No matter how fast you run, you cannot reach. Ha-ha welcome to my world!