Beautiful Air

Beautiful breaths fill my lungs.

Fresh air which carries bugs and holds a light hum.

In as a fall, out releases all - Another breath enters my lungs.

Noises fade, ideas drift away - Another breath enters my lungs.

Lights dissipate, eerily hallucinate - Another breath enters my lungs.

Suspended in states, sitting comfortably at gates - Another breath enters my lungs.

From kingdoms and crowns to ideas for our ground, can only be done by the one I call Myself - Another breath enters my lungs.

Live as you seek, dreams are not destined for sleep - May another breath enter your lungs.