Restlessness causing friction;
friction releasing heat
Heat wasting energy;
heart losing steam
Why do we hold our breath?
Is it to pause time?
I keep just enough air in my lungs
To let my thoughts float
so they won't weigh me down
How much time do I have left?
I can feel something stirring,
still suspending my breath
And when the ashes settle,
who will be left?
Left to my own devices I turn to vices
I return to this city though I've hurt so many here
How much time do I have left before I need to breathe again?
- R;