No frets about health nor wonders of wealth,
What was done was gone and now calm had begun.I could neither move nor see,And there was no one but me;
Left in a bubble with no echoes,no patterns of light,
And there I was with no instinct to fight.
True the passage was not pretty, not silent nor calm
But worth it I thought as I severed my arm.
Gone now was the pain and gone was the struggle; I left it all for this silent bubble