The White Room

I was sitting in a white room at a table, on a chair My mind was kind of fuzzy; I wasn’t sure how I got there I was dressed in a white robe with white slippers on my feet And I had a funny feeling, an Inquisitor I was to meet Then a movie started playing on the wall in front of me I noticed it was about my life from the day I was conceived Some scenes made me giggle, some scenes made me cry Some scenes were quite embarrassing, of this I will not lie Some scenes made me happy, some scenes made me mad Some scenes left me with a feeling that I hadn’t given it all I had Then I saw a scene of a truck crashing into me This was a scene for which I had no clear memory Then the words “The End” were on the wall with a question mark at the side And I knew a decision was to be made for which I must abide I pleaded for a second chance to a judge who was not there And promised that the mistakes I made I would like to repair The room suddenly went quite dark and nothing could I see Then slowly I became aware of tubes inside of me There was a respirator down my throat helping me to breathe I saw my wife asleep in a chair and suddenly I was relieved I have never spoken of this room – this room that caused my change Old friends that I once had, just think that I’m deranged But now I am living scenes I won’t mind seeing replayed When once again I’m in that room and the end can’t be delayed