Bright lights, Lots of noise, Ground shaking, Sun baking. The lights getting brighter, The noise getting louder, The endless snake rushes by, Glistening in the baked sun. Wind pushes me away, I sit there and stare as the serpent Goes on forever, finally an end. And no more wind. All is quiet, Sun is hot, ground is still, and on I go. Suddenly, more shaking, more noise, No time to get out of the way. I look towards the sun, It burns my eyes, No more time for I am to die. “Please keep me safe, lord” I pray in my last seconds. The last thing I know, I look to see my death Staring me in the face and Charging at me. This time there was no wind To push me away, Good-B---------