Familiar Face

The yellow sun above
With no shadows below.
I walked gathering all my might;
With no end in sight.

Miles and miles of tracts clear.
No clue as to why memory was vague.
I opened the bottle to find it empty.
Each step forward hefty

Then on to the scorched sand I fell
With each breath, specks of sand rose.
A Collage of my life shot past me;
Before I drifted to eternity.

I awoke to a yellow light;
Shone to wake me from the dark.
Was this the paradise created by deity?
Alas! the disinfectant's smell restored reality.

Dulled mind slowly caught up;
Various questions weighed it down.
As doctors got me up to pace,
I yearned to see a familiar face.