For a moment it looked like a familiar place

Blink of the eyes and suddenly turned into a blaze

From a distance there was a familiar face

But disappeared within the haze

Turned around got caught in the race

To survive and escape from a maze

Thinking hard trying to retrace

How'd it end up in such a craze

Right before getting hit by a striking mace

Awakened in such shock and amaze

Been an episode that's hard to tell

Slowly crawling out from the shell

Took a breath but it's a different smell

Perhaps been too comfortable in that cell

Only hitting rock bottom of the well

May not realize that one did fell

Some define as under a curse or spell

Others just call it a visit to hell

Whatever it's called doesn't really sell

In the end who gets to ring the bell

Double the size of one's head

The only color one sees is red

Surrounded by the walking dead

Stop dreaming and get outta bed

When things get too close for comfort

One becomes resistant to change or revert

Reaching a point where there's no effort

To even ponder about whether to divert

Any encounters with the slightest discomfort

The only thought in mind is to avert

Created the same but much of a difference

With varied levels of self resilience

But sometimes marred by irreverence

Losing sense of one's conscience

Deriving conclusions from inference

The result of another learning experience

Vulnerable creatures of reference

We are after all our own audience