I laid down on the ground and prepared for sleep
Wondering such things like “what’s it all about”
I close my eyes and feel myself fall in deep
I dream of work and I dream of the past
And I dream of all that I’d want to make.
With the occasional noise, these dreams won’t last
I’m pulled away any, I am surely awake
I hear the noise of the room ever so clear
I feel the ground that lay just below
It would be a few minutes before I felt fear
The signs of life that I’d struggle to show
I stained for a minute to open my eyes
Tried to move my limbs until I wanted to weep
I couldn’t move or scream after hundreds of tries
The people all around me though I was asleep
Soon I’ll face the fact that this might last
“Perhaps it’s a coma” is what I derive
Then I finally move, I’m released form my cast
More than ever before, I’m so glad I’m alive
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