Dementia

And my eyes will sag

And I'll force all my smiles

And I'll see all the world tinted blue

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And my back will hunch

And my bones will crack

And I'll sit there with nothing to do

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And my brain will buzz

And my dreams will leak

And I'll start to confuse night and day

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And my hands will shake

And my teeth will itch

And I'll rattle and wither away

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And my family'll visit

And they'll visit less often

And they'll be close but feel very far

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And I'll travel on boats

And I'll swim in wide rivers

And invent the world's first flying car

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And then Death will find me

And then he'll shake my hand

And say "I've been looking for you"

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And I'll ask him "what for?"

And he'll turn and say "follow"

And I'll leave this place without a clue