Walking down the street the walls being to melt People start to morph and walk on their hands asking me how I'm doing and if I'm okay My walk turns to a sprint when I realize I'm hemorrhaging from my hands Breathing heavily, I fall back and as I hit the floor my eyes open into a dreamland It's different, but yet the same. I wish I could stay here But I hear the defibrillators charge ignoring the DNR tattooed on my chest When I awake, I'm standing where the sky meets the ground I breathe in and silence blankets the room Faint hues of silhouettes cloud my vision Events of life play back on a grayscale kaleidoscope Parked cars in a head on collision Time stops at a river, but with no real conclusion