Dementia or demented?

I love all your songs, though sometimes hard to catch!

On the old grey matter, some colour sometimes splashed. 

To brighten up the day, although like birds upon the wing,  they up and fly away 

But it doesn't matter, like a river and its flow, sometimes the tide is high, other times it's low. 

Every day is new to me, I don't think much on the old

Now, I am as happy as can be, doing what I am told.. 

A new and living way, not dwelling in the past, but walking forward, hand in hand

To me life is a blast!

The important thing I remember, the simplicity of the way

And in my moments of clarity, give thanks for each new day 

Dementia or demented?

Both! some may say. 

But every pray is answered, all that you say is true.. 

Dementia or demented, I put my trust in you know who...

Backwards and forwards there I go 

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow 

Sometimes up, sometimes down 

Often feeling like a clown

No one knows how we go

No one sees, I am not on show 

Out the back, then out the front 

Laying bricks, and mixing mud

Building walls, and digging ditches 

Visiting angels,  and spotting witches 

I guess that's just the way I go

Till the work is done

And I get back home.