In shadows cast by fading light,
There dwells a man, lost in his own plight.
Unaware, he strolls through each passing day,
Like a wanderer on an aimless bay.

His mind, once sharp, now a labyrinth unclear,
A world now clouded, no paths left to steer
Memories like whispers, slipping from his grasp,
The sands of time slipping, slipping, slipping fast.

In the morning's embrace, he greets the sun,
With a smile that dances, but undone,
Lost within a maze of fragmented thoughts,
Where ghosts of memories haunt every plot.

Unfamiliar faces, voices strange,
Anchored by reason on a fading exchange.
He reaches out, seeking a lifeline,...