Its only when the bacteria fights
And the germs show their might
Are we able to take a step back
Breathe in the fresh air
And relax
No longer carrying straws that break our backs
We sometime carry a burden
That is unnecessarily bothersome
And tiresome
I want to do things that impact larger masses
Tomorrow I shall walk into the temple of my creation
I want to be alive when they cry
Out my name
Lifting me up with impoverished hands
They will gladly endorse my yielding friends
Alive
Alive
We shall all come alive
When the very air that sustains us
Escapes our cavity and drain us
Dry
Home and dry
Squeezing emotions that will make the statues cry
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