My favorite thing to do is feel a tenacious breeze
Let it take me away and forget about my sorrows
It blows so perfectly on my nose, lips, and knees.
Often I wake and find myself dreading tomorrow
Its almost like I lost control to a crippling disease
Screaming, realizing there is no love to borrow
When I think I've seen defeat, in my palms lay keys
They remind me life can be hard to steadily follow
That understanding only comes with a breeze
The wind allows me to relax, breath, and swallow
Walk away from seeking the quick way to ease.
My closest friends see life as where you wallow,
And embrace things even if they feel displeased.
Why do they get to walk in a pool so shallow
While I’m desperate to stay afloat in rocky seas
Believe me when I say I’ve seen too many lows
Familiar feelings keep me hopeful like a tease
That keep me believing in a brighter tomorrow
Perhaps, I should be grateful for the old breeze.