Is that fog or steam
Misting up your dreams?
The details are there
But swaythed  in smoke
Laughing at the punchline
Without hearing the joke

Knowing where you going
But clueless about the route
You'd cut across country
But the terrain just doesn't suit

That old tree looks familiar
An that rock
And barn
Are you going round in circles?
From dusk until the dawn.

Something's whacky
Your face a solid frown
******* your senility
You've got your map
Upside down.