Yelling and Screaming is all I hear
Soon all I see is blurs of colors pacing...
Now I see is a man, in a suit, as white as the walls which I am trapped, stuck, on a cushion, of softness.
For now all I hear is a machine, with a non-stop siren.
As I become conscious I now can see clouds of happiness under my feet, I can now hear the sweet harmony of relief...
