Hands outstretched The only thing to grasp; my escaping breath How did it come to this? It would be a stretch to say I don’t know Though pushed into the deep end, T’was I who approached the depths The plunge is only natural. Father Time stretched a hand to me, but seemed it futile, leaving Mother Nature to her cause Her embrace smothering. I hear the sound of the stretcher Overlapping echoes Flashing lights Hands all over me.