With every tick you will find,
The deterioration of your mind.
You will think and wonder why,
But your thoughts will fail you.

With every step you will say,
How did my walk become this way?
Even when you go to play,
You cannot stop the different sway.

And when you look in the mirror you will find,
A stranger like you with your piece of mind.
With your eyes, your mouth,
But not your expression

The person you were is nothing but a memory.
Changed and lost,
In a different conformity.
~Sage C~