In her own confused World
She is looking but not seeing
A faint smile of recognition
A puzzled look
Trying hard to make sense
She gazes at her daughter
"I have seen her before I am sure
But who is she? And
Who am I"
I am not hungry
But I can’t recall eating
Is it time to eat?
Where can I get food from?
I know I had bread in the fridge
But where is the fridge
What am I doing here?
Who am I ?
I must get dressed for work
Why is it so dark outside?
Did I miss the bus?
Where are my work clothes?
Did I have a shower today?
I need to be clean and fresh
I don’t want to get late for work
I pride myself on punctuality
She opens the door and goes out
Leaves the door open
The streets are empty
It is dark and dismal
Disappears after turning left
Reappears and turns right
Stops and scratches her head
Walks again and hesitates
What's happened to the bus stop
Wish they would stop changing things
He is speaking to me but do I know him?
Looks a like a Policeman
He looks kind but where is he leading me
Is that my house?
That door looks familiar
Who left it open?
Oh good, that is my daughter,
I think
She looks tired and worried
Wonder why
She is taking me to my room
She wants me to sleep again
But I don’t want to get late for work
I pride myself on punctuality
A faint smile of recognition
A puzzled look
Trying hard to make sense
She gazes at her daughter
"I have seen her before I am sure
But who is she? And
Who am I"
I am not hungry
But I can’t recall eating
Is it time to eat?
Where can I get food from?
I know I had bread in the fridge
But where is the fridge
What am I doing here?
Who am I ?
I must get dressed for work
Why is it so dark outside?
Did I miss the bus?
Where are my work clothes?
Did I have a shower today?
I need to be clean and fresh
I don’t want to get late for work
I pride myself on punctuality
She opens the door and goes out
Leaves the door open
The streets are empty
It is dark and dismal
Disappears after turning left
Reappears and turns right
Stops and scratches her head
Walks again and hesitates
What's happened to the bus stop
Wish they would stop changing things
He is speaking to me but do I know him?
Looks a like a Policeman
He looks kind but where is he leading me
Is that my house?
That door looks familiar
Who left it open?
Oh good, that is my daughter,
I think
She looks tired and worried
Wonder why
She is taking me to my room
She wants me to sleep again
But I don’t want to get late for work
I pride myself on punctuality
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