The air grows thin,my breathing is shallow.
My eyes start to water,
And it gets hard to swallow.
The wind picks up,the breeze gets colder.
Cutting through me,I feel myself grow older.
What is this feeling,it gets me all confused.
My head is swirling,my brain feels bruised.
My eyes are glazed,my vision grows blurry.
What am I doing? I'm caught in this fury...
An hour later, a breath shorter.
I close my eyes,and drift to a border.
Further and further,my mind starts to wonder.
Creatively thinking,I begin to ponder.
Will this feeling,ever come to an end?
Will it be brought from afar,and even
condemned?
This feelings intent,I have yet to discover.
Once again I close my eyes,
With only hopes to recover.
