Imagine losing all agency
all the mind's faculties
becoming blank and useless to the world
Your agenda mixed up
Important meetings on paper
You have now lost
You sit there and wonder
what you should really be doing
What day is it you say out loud
Panic rising
Where's the blue slip with my appointments
You hurriedly check your house
Finally you find it
Just to see you are late for the first one
You get into your car try to remember the way
your hand wanders the passenger seat for the blue slip
It's gone
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