Do It Again-The Chemical Brothers

i had to stay up all night-coughin dry phlegm mixed with little traces of blood in the bowl.i'm all terrified and with the fact that i had to sit through that without falling asleep,and the coughings intensified right through sunrise and by then i hooked up enough strength,took a hot shower,morning prayers and recitations-i put on clean clothes and went down to the clinic.only to find out that i was the first person there.and slowly the sick crowd appeared but instead of sitting back at the bench,they queued by the entrance of the clinic,which was still shut.i looked at them and a deep sigh,it that necessary?there was no signs indicating one to queue,but knowing that this is part of the 'sick' singapore culture,i just sat at the bench,refusing to join the queue.and when i heard keys jangling on the other side of the shutter,i rised slowly from the bench and just darted towards the entrance,denying the long queue.i was prepared to scream at anyone who stopped me,but fortunately,no one did.so there was i,exercising some forceful liberty,met up the doc,gave me 2 days of rest and issued stronger medicine,went back,had my morning cereal,swallowed those prescription drugs and i stayed high all the way till 5pm that evening.my body ached and my throat was real dry,but by then,i could feel and breathe better,feel stronger and gained back the energy that i've lost.

i felt like i've met Morpheus,and went down all the way in the rabbit hole.
the system is out to get me and you.