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A breath

Already breathless

If I could sing, I could be deathless

But I’m blind, senseless to the restless

Just like the rest of us, buried treasure buggati fever dreams about same old things

Aged but not old enough

Thin skinned but the face stays rough

Smilessness, I blink and I’m tirelessness

Tiresomeness

Each moment is fearless, firelessness

Let it burn

Out, forgotten, the rest is a cloud

A foggy mistake I’ve been to the break

And back again

Back again

I’m going back again

And have you stayed the same

Materialist, pragmatically speaking, I’m pragmatically speaking

I’m speaking but the voice is voiceless, speaking through verses only brings curses

Blisters the skin, darkens the sin

Penetrates more than the light of the room

In which I am found, lost but feet on the ground

One step, one step, one step and it breaks

A link in the chain, the same as before, only this time it’s more

Of the same, more of the same, more of the lame

Repetition brings nothing but blame

Less refrain from trying again

But I’m trying again

A breath

More than a sound

More than a sound

More than a first, give me a second of worth

A second rebirth

I’ve been more than allowed to take flight and soar out of this

Disheveled and shriveled and ready to quit

But I’m one with the earth, she looks up and sees nothing

I look up and the goddess

Smiles at me, like we were always the sea

We the together, the moon the sky the forever

We struggle for never

If I could breathe within you

I would never be breathless

If I could only see you

I would never be senseless