My breathe comes as smooth as a spokesman

My stride is 18 years old again

I'm as painless as my last day on Earth

I am 18 again, with all the polish and worth

I dream on not awaken by cramps

Nor grinding pain in my joints

Nor the light through the windows or bedside lamps

I see light in the distance a thousand points

Stay asleep don't leave that good night

There is no pain just float to the light