Please tell me I’m here,
I feel little floating around
Light has passed on,
I look out and darkness stares back at me
It’s gloomy, mind spinning.
Now are we here?
There seems to be complications, a speaker announces
Strident roars similar to fireworks
The ride isn’t so smooth; it’s carrying us through what seems to be a hurricane.
All these moments
I thought I was still floating safely,
This isn’t happening.