Sometimes we take a breath,
Breathe in the clean, crisp air of possibilities,
Sometimes we breathe in deep,
Lungs full of water, six feet deep.
Sometimes we suffer,
Stuck in the perpetual loop of time, that strict taskmaster
Sometimes we rise,
Limitless, high of potential energy
Sometimes we fly,
Landing gracefully on the scenic landscape of the future
Sometimes we crash,
Flung hard on the rocks of the past.