A ray of light floods my gaze,
As I see a figure through the haze.
Coming toward me, with hand outstreched
Slowly it seems, for my hand to fetch...
Who are you, I ask, still being blind,
Call out, so in this haze, you I can find.
But no word comes, yet the figure is there,
Is it and ilusion, a mear phantasm, in thin air?
Air is cold, thick and foggy,
It is morning, and I'm still groggy.
But, what's this? I should be in bed,
Yet I was up, dressed, while this i have said.
Am I sleep-walking, would this be a dream?
Let's see what happens, if I start to scream.
I scream, and I shout, yet nothing comes out,
What is this? am I dumb, or what is this about?
I must be dreaming, this is too surreal,
How can I be like this, feeling what I feel.
But wait, a moment, this for is thick and strange,
What if it's not fog, maybe it's smoke, and i'm deranged.
I is smoke!! there must be a fire,
But why can't I move, speak...my mind is a liar.
So if I dream, i cannot move,
Yet I smell smoke, and it's sourc