We take so much for granted

from this world on which we play,

the breath inside our lungs

drawn in from a cold and windy day.

Draining the life from a world already

so drawn and stretched to it's limits,

desperately trying to imbibe

the scarcities still deep within it.

To live; to breathe; to follow time

as down the wind it sails

against all odds and obstacl...

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