I don’t know what you would call this. It’s almost as if they are lyrics in prose. Just kind of came out one day.

Breathing takes my breath away in these troubled times.  But should I search forever just to live the way that I see fit? In my best interest, I will not forget this.  One foot out the door toward a life less traveled by.  And that has made me today.

Feet on the shore of a sea of tragic heros, I find myself trying to break through the bodies around me.  Will I fight the waves and see tomorrow from out there? A wider angle will give me the sight to see the trees, a new way to perceive, a new hope for me, a new day, and a new way to believe.

I’m reaching up toward the surface of the cave.  Untied, I’m blinded, but ready to see.  So don’t be afraid.  It’s for the best.  Things will not change until you’ve had the chance to breathe.

Breathing takes my breath away in these troubled times.  And I WILL search forever just to live the way that I see fit.  In my best interest, I cannot forget this.  One foot out the door toward a life less traveled by.  And that has made me today.

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