Close Call

Fingers rapidly moving,
Mothers calmly soothing,
Men in white coats all in panic
This place sure is frantic

Unfamiliar with my surrounding,
Whining babies seem to be compounding,
I haven't said much, but I will say this
This is the opposite of my bliss

Not sure why I'm here,
My mother says be patient dear,
I bore to tears and yawn with desperation
I want to get out of this hell-like situation

Finally we being to leave - out those white doors
My mom announces - False alarm! And sleeps with snores
My father drives home, with diligent attentiveness,
No more of that, let's go home he said with thoughtfulness.