Swimming in circles
Not knowing which way
Is forward or back. 

Fed the same food each day
Eating like it was new
Grateful for crumbs and flakes. 

Yesterday does not exist
Even the present is foggy. 
Memory is a foreign word. 

We are confused, 
Staring at the ripples we just made
Wondering what could have caused this. 

Waste piles at the bottom of our pool. 
The water gets murkier. 
We think it must have always been this way. 

The future is a constant surprise. 
As if everyday isn’t the same
As ones that have passed before. 

With big eyes staring wide,
The shock is palpable,
How did it come to be this way?

Then another day starts. 
The past again dies
Alone in the dark.