EXHALE
When life falls beneath your feet,
like roller's with no blade,
always waiting for the peices,
to come together as one.
As one bump turns into another,
my life seems turn into a rock,
a rock without a shell.
That feeling with no boundries,
the feeling of air being forced back into your lungs,
waiting for the day of rest,
that day of my life,
to finally sit still,
sitting around waiting to exhale.....
like roller's with no blade,
always waiting for the peices,
to come together as one.
As one bump turns into another,
my life seems turn into a rock,
a rock without a shell.
That feeling with no boundries,
the feeling of air being forced back into your lungs,
waiting for the day of rest,
that day of my life,
to finally sit still,
sitting around waiting to exhale.....
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