Mad as a Hatter

I know what time is, time is a thief
It’ll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
And you’ll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you’ll wake to find you can’t remember what you just said…
It happens to everyone…
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can’t forget that one-fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry…

Please don’t come for me
I promise I’ll be great
Just let me keep what’s mine (let me keep what’s mine)
Please don’t come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time (let me have some time)
Please don’t come for me
Mind over matter (it don’t matter) when you’re as mad as a hatter

It’s hard to draw a clear distinction
Who you are, who you were
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
And no-one can blame you
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best with what you’re given…

Off with her head, off with her head
Paint the roses, paint the roses

Source: AZ Lyrics

Schizoid is what I’m suffering from… imaginary demons and angels talking in front of me, or not so imaginary, debating between right and wrong, good and evil in my mind, blind to what others see, of my mind.
I always try to analyze the situation to make sense of my life, and keep me sane.

This song is a thief, as time is… it steals your understandings…
I’ll pray for you, and leave you with this memory, so you have a footing to grab in your fall.

We ALL have tricky minds, and are constantly battling lost thoughts and mistakes, like another computer error.

Well, sloppy food, makes for poor nutrition… and the interconnection between mind and body, becomes corrupted.

This is my experience with my family:
My Mom, just died last month…
Wow time flies, it was in the beginning of April, 2022.

She had dementia, and became more narcissistic… the more she couldn’t remember.

Narcissism is like a block of concrete to carry, or had to carry… or even a boulder in your path of where you want to go… it’s frustrating and stressful, to say the least.
It’s a heavy burden to carry throughout this world.

It’s easier to live in a trance, and just fade away… to the older, and traumatic for the young observer, to see someone they love, suffering in silence.

It sucks at getting old, I turn 65 this October, and it’s all downhill from there… reminds me of snowball rolling down the hill, and getting bigger and bigger, while rolling down, and at the bottom is death… or you get knocked over the head, and robbed by the time thieves/bandits.

It brings me to the scriptures where Jesus’ return is referred to, as a thief in the night:

Matthew 24:42-44
“Therefore, stay awake, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming.
But know this, that if the master of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into.
Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect. “

I hope he doesn’t come for me, or you, cause I’ve been robbed over and over again… it sucks getting old… but all we can do is to love them in their old age, and pray they learn what they have to learn, before they go to their rest/sleep/death.
It’s inevitable, we all die, and whatever their heavy burden is, all you can do is to help them, if you can.

It requires them to answer questions, and that can be a chore for them, and stressful to say the least.
It makes them to resort to unsociability, to make the burden lighter.

I feel their pain, with drug use induced schizoid icing to boot… I said this before… it sucks getting old.

I had to listen and think of it many times, that’s all I have time to do anymore… Time is my bedfellow and is ripping me off every time I go to sleep… picking through my thoughts and wealthiness… it sucks getting old, well that saying is getting old too.

Repeating yourself is another error in getting old… I rest my case.