Embolisms

Gray, light
It wraps me up and holds me tight
Eightteen, eyes are watching me arrive
And you're yelling, in the hallway
I only want to close my eyes.

Everything's fine.

Painful breathing
Is back again
Could it only be in my head?
Here's a gown, here's a bed
I'll be salvation's best friend

On a mountain I see fine
Snow surrounds me I feel delight
There's a chatter in the room
Here comes lift off, I am flying.

I'm alright. Flying