Having MS is like a bad dream I’m losing the flight with MS My life has changed I’ve had to rearrange Both the good and the bad From nursing home to nursing home I have been shuffled around I have been lost, I have been found Hospitals have been my home I have been tested again and again And I just can’t win Needles, will you ever stop poking me? Prodding me? Drawing my blood? In a chair, I forever sit. I can’t get out of bed, wash my head, change my clothes. My medication has stopped Because I got sick All I can do is forever sit And pray for the day that holds my happy ending I know I’ll walk in heaven MS will not have hold of me anymore Friends and family will see me again – Me, and not me with MS.