He wasn’t from here and
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t stay here and
He couldn’t leave.
No one saw him choking.
He spat privately.
The atmosphere weighed heavy and
He could scarcely believe
His lungs went to manual.
He had to beat his own damn heart.
And yet, some crazies wondered
Was he doing his whole part?
Well, they could all breathe easy.
On automatic thought’s a fart
In the wind.
Thoughts don’t last long.
Streak through and they’re gone.
Ain’t hangin’ around for some
Automatic clown who
Don’t even know they’re breathing!
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