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Lost in Thought MAG
I am running and running
All around me are black-and-white photos
Images from the past
I don't know where I am.
I think I've seen these images before
Is that Nana? Is that my first car?
Is that my sister? Is that my birthday party?
Yes, and these are memories
Why can't I leave?
Where is the marked exit?
Why are these memories slipping away?
Is it because I am old, ancient?
My family has died, leaving me in the asylum
Everyone, alive and dead, is waiting for me to die.
I feel very alone
Is it because I can't remember my own name?
Is that Nana's photo or someone else?
I knew a second ago
It is all slipping away, and it is frustrating.
Maybe it is Alzheimer's
Or I'm just lost in thought
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