Dementia

A paycheck on the left and the highway on the right

Loved ones or hopes and dreams

Cage or endless flight

There's not a bus that's large enough to take us all

No amount of money's going to straighten up the fall

There's an end to the pathway chosen long ago

I'll situate each heartbeat there to greet the final blow

The actions trickle waterfall-like down the destined road

Emotions fracture off and echo down below