I woke up at the airport
Sitting at the gate
How did I get in the wheelchair?
How long do I wait?
Where am I going?
My head pounds as I try to think
Nothing is clear, when did I blink
I look up at the gate, A13
The destination is blurry, my face turning green
The knot in my stomach tells me where I’ll soon be
Rehab time again
So why did I leave?