My biggest fear has always been to lose my mind
To wake up one morning and find
That I no longer recognize the people around me
That I will no longer know my own identity

People say they cannot live without a material thing
A book, a person, or music to which they can sing
But the grief over a loss can be ended
Unlike the mind, which when gone can’t be mended

When you’re all alone your mind is your friend
You can create stories with pages that never have to end
You can sing a song with notes that go on
You can live in a world where all the bad things are gone

Imagine one day that your friend is gone
The stories ended and the notes didn’t go one
All is silent inside of your head
Because what made you, you is now dead

You would no longer know your own identity
No longer know your company
That is why I dread to find
That one day I will have lost my mind