Dim lights are shining around me
Giving me an angel like halo
But I’m no angel
Dark is my soul yet I’m shining
Bright.
They look at my chest and think that I’m struggling
But I’m breathing just fine
It is not my breath that holds me down
Air going into my lungs it’s a simple matter
Changing that air into an idea into an action
That’s the real challenge.
I am not a challenge orientated soul
Although I believe this is a lie
I sometimes wish I can fly
Far
I sometimes wish I can climb mountains
Tall.
No, my breathing is the least of my problems
But problems have solutions
For I am deep and knowledgeable
And all that is me is someone else as well
I am not alone.