Is it what makes us alive
or is it what kills us?
Is it what we take
as we enter this world
or the clue we leave behind
of our existence?
Why does it hasten
when he speaks
and leave my lungs
when I need it most?
Have I ever breathed
the same breath twice?
If not, where does it go?
I believe someone\'s
stolen it this time.
Each one brings us
closer to death
but we take more
when we\'re most alive.
What does that say about the world\'s cruelty?