Frightening Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Happily I was walking in the pathways:
The things I thought of moments ago,
I now cannot recall, despite trying hard.

My brain goes into still mode,
And eats up all the stuff there
Leaving me blank, try as I may.

Where have the words and thoughts
Gone, disappeared, lost or locked out?
How do they go out, what exit unknown?

Out of control, me not part of my brain?
Or simply losing its dopamine to work?
Synapses no-man-fathomed, failing?

It is dreadful and dark, like for Lear;
The unique cargo of mind in smoke -
Knowing it makes one feel frightened.