I got old,
And I did it by accident
The world moves on
While I stay stagnant

Why can’t I feed myself?
Clothe myself, walk myself?
Yet I can fall myself.
Choke myself, lose myself, **** myself.

This isn’t my home. This isn’t my bed.
But I stay here. I sleep here. Until I am dead.
Strangers take care of me. They feed me strange pills.
But I have to do what they say, I have to lay still.

I share a shower with everyone else here
As well as a dining room, laundry room, and all the same fears.
There’s a fight down the hall. Dementia caused it.
Out of no where they stop. Dementia solved it.

Families in and out, staff the same.
Is it because of my age or environment that I’m going insane?
How long do I have left? That, I don’t know
What I do know, is that I'll never be able to go home.

I got old,
And I did it by accident
The world moves on
While I stay stagnant