Breathe, they say to breathe, to breathe
Oh how i long to breathe
To soak up the early summer suns cool rays
And waltz in the midday fields of
Emerald grass in the backyard why must
I exist in a box of self imposed confinement?!
But for if i breathe i fear i will be left behind,
That i will not be able to achieve all the
Hopes and dreams and my passion of
Learning, yearning, daring,
Daring to do everything at all and being my own self
I shall lose myself if i breathe for a moment
Do you understand, why it is, that
I cannot breathe?
That i will not allow myself
To breathe?
That to breathe is to accept failure and as strongheaded i am
I cannot accept such a fate, such a loss, after so much success?
Have i worked for absolutely nothing then, if all i have left is to
Just breathe??
Then, i shall say, i have wasted my years.
All my years.
I could have been a child.
I am afraid to breathe.