How say’s the mind, ripped mingled thoughts; as confusion scuppers all your wants.
No word no act is ever clear, not even the lather that washes your hair.
The rinse ever challenged never squeaky clean.
The aid you could do with yet is never seen.
Disturbed the mind with mingled thoughts.
When one can’t think, nowhere to start.
How heads turn in amazement as you struggle to recall your name.
No one understands your troubles, they say you’ve gone insane
So you struggle along with the dysfunctional mechanics of a crippled brain.
A standstill memory for want of another name.
So many now judge you without thinking it through
Today you may have relapses of memory, yet tomorrow it will be someone new!