The blurred visions
The farthest symphonies
No,
Melting to the rhythmic voices
Merging by inches into shallow sounds
Where am I?

Wanted to wake up
Help was on the way
Looking up to the passing lights
On the ceiling, body paralyzed
Something has changed around

A slight pinching feeling
In my arm,
They hurried,
What are they trying to figure out?
Little traces of pieces to join me back to
Life, to come home
When the fluid light blurred in front of my eyes
Finally, awaited darkness and garden lights
Has taken me.