I don't remember what I want to say
I say whatever I I don't know I am saying
I keep asking the he question who am i
And the people around me don't seem to remember me because they are blank to me.
I used to forget where I kept my keys
I now don't know where keys are used
Objects don't engage
They are irrelevant tu o my existence
Who were we and what are we doing
What are those two hands for ?
Why do people get angry with me if I don't  know them !
What is death and to whom does it come will i know then?
Does life have a meaning ? Or death have one ?
Only those who recognise life need to worry death .