A plague with no relief,
It haunts me even in my sleep,
And when there’s no such thing as rest,
The mind is hard to keep.

The things that I saw yesterday,
Are not so clear today,
And answers I knew years ago,
Have never felt so far away.

If only I could clean the gears,
Or drive away the fog,
My window to beyond,
Didn’t last me long.

And should I be content
Earthbound in the top percent,
Or will I always strive to see again,
The things that I once did?