The time of day I drag
my body out of bed.
Try to avoid losing vision,
fainting, or falling down.
A migraine awaits me,
at the top of the stairs.
A place where my breath runs from me...
Impossible to catch that guy some times.
Who needs to breathe anyhow?
The top, where my heart races.
I'm feeling flush,
and try hitting the floor
before it hits me.
My sight escapes me, my ears ring.
Zero sound, hearing lost.
It's a miracle
I've made it this far!
