Contemplations of infinity;
The lack of harmony,
I listened to an album which reflects the Alzheimer's experience.
Progressively, I found myself in need for it to end.
Panic, manifesting, quietly chanting, "This isn't what life is like."
Whisper white lie.
Life should not be in such a way as it was presented and reminded to me.
Yet, the lie only exists in temporary conditioning.
This continual reminder brought me to steady breathing.
Though I may not be able to shake the mental inducted physical drowning,
Storms and tides may enfold my cage;
I will see beyond me.