White walls and white slates

Is the stage set by the wheels of fate

The stage that set me inside the blue gates

313 is the date

That White noise filled the room predate

Shunned from reality I escaped

Waiting for the heartbeat to regain

Crying in denial but in vain

The sound I neither wished for it to stop or to be can not be regained

Hunted me through my mundane life and in my sleep

Drowning in clouded thoughts above knee-deep

In the silent room of white were the heart once beeped

Desiring it was a miscast

but fate never misses a cast

As I listened to the white noise, my eyes glassed

In a moment I blast

For I knew this moment was the last

I demanded a recast

As I screamed and trashed

The people around me gast

Straining me from my agony just like in my past

Telling me to hold on to my feelings and to calm down

At the side stood a man clasping his hands

His eyes on my dad

Repeating like a chant

“He passed” “He passed” “He passed”

Regret and shame in his eyes  

For he betrayed his brother before he passed

Thats the stage set by the wheels of fate in the bellow room of white

- Ola El.