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.