As a dose of oxygen hit my lungs I open my eyes to the sight of my ceiling,
Wondering wistfully what way we wearily wither to,
Personally, the future scares me and I can't stop the feeling,
Would I be an alcoholic melancholic or a jumbo boffo?

Each time I close my eyes I see the fear crawl out my head down my nostril,
Suffocating my mind and soul,
As my mind reaches out to my eyes but it refuses to open, refuses to bend to my...