Inhale,
It seems now the polluted air takes on a new adult form of comfort
It`s real, distorted and un-pretending
It`s trying and anxious, some call it reckless
I`m not reckless 'cause I sometimes want to wreck it all
Cause I fall--
falter with unknowing looming so tall
the only thing I know absolutely is of the deterioration of a body
Inhale,
biologically breathing, surviving isn`t living
with routine repetition lost ambition and mostly blindly sipping
from my devil`s cup, temple tipping cause my mind`s mixed up
Tripping on doubt as it cynically interrupts
Caught breath, fine leather
Fastened tight, I'm light as a feather
Hold, hold!
Exhale.
