it is what it is

It's familiar and amusing, this feeling. Almost like I've had one too many drinks on practically empty stomach. I ran the last straightaway too hard and now I'm on all fours in the grass trying to catch my breath. I've been knocked flat on the floor and have just opened my eyes to realize I am nowhere familiar. I'm about to open a door, behind which I have absolutely no idea about. I could anticipate a mountain of dead fish behind the door, or I could predict that it leads to a sunny patch of clear blue sky above a field of sunflowers.

I'm gonna expect the field of sunflowers. I'm gonna be okay with some dizziness, shortage of breath, and this general feeling of cluelessness because I like where this all is heading.