My mind is always moving on

My mind is always moving on
I can not concentrate on writing
a novel or poetry, my mind is pounding
on and on

People around are whispering then they,
how life is special, life is precious ,
this was the gossip going round
and round

I am so lost in this maze of life
This disease is becoming a reality,
am scared though it might be this
parkinson of mine or not,
but have got caught in the middle
of a whirlwind of love