A yellow sphere rises before you...
You cup your hands in wonder.
Slowly you move them and
stare at the shadow changing on the ground.
Suddenly, you stand in a parking-lot,
before you is a tall white building...
You feel so innocent as an unborn child.
Afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
Finally, no choice is left...
you open the door and enter the building.
A yellow sphere rises before you...
Blindly you stumble on... step after step.
Then you hit something hard, something cold...
You feel like you're falling...
Then everything suddenly changes.
A yellow sphere rises before you...
You're on a gigantic field of green grass.
Afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
There's a little spot on the edge of the horizon,
getting bigger and bigger...
Cruising towards you...
You're standing there watching it come...
Afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
Terror whispers inside your head,
slowly you open your eyes and wake up.
Dimly you see your room and realize you're in bed.
Wondering about this dream,
you get up and open the window.
Immediately you freeze to the ground,
not believing, blinking your eyes in wonder.
Afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
A yellow sphere rises before you...
Ferry E. Gerkema
