As I sit in my wheelchair,
Breathing in this strange air,
I wonder how son the doctor will walk through that door there.
I am moved to the stretcher, laying flat.
Arms nest to my side, just like that.
A movie was on the television that I laughed at.
On my way to the operating room,
watch my stretcher as it zooms.
As I arrive, I'm not filled with gloom.
After some preparation, the mask is placed on my face.
I had to get the breathing right, and be on the right pace.
As I closed my eyes in slumber, I drifted off into space.