Breathing In, Breathing Out

We spend a life with the rise and fall

Of a heaving, sighing, yearning chest,

That ancient human ritual

Of breathing in... Breathing out.

Some great power in its wisdom

Gave to us this simple method,

Put the air in space

And taught our race

What it was all about.

Fortunate we are

It's an involuntary act.

If humans had to think of it,

We all would wind up dead.

But some great power in its wisdom

Planted it subconsciously

Deep within the dark recesses

Of our feeble mortal heads.

 

Sorrowful lamenting,

Understanding without doubt,

Life is done too quickly...

Breathing in... Breathing out.