Breath!

I am not going to think so much.
I am not going to think so much.
I am not going to think so much.
I am not going to think so much.


Wait! I'm doing it right now.

Breath! Breath!
Why do these thoughts haunt me.
All these possibilities calling like oil to an oilrig.
Oil pollutes, oil kills and only man gains from it,
But short term pleasures they be, for in the future they regret it.
All these problems, created by man and only a few feel the need to solve it,
Are we happy in our own aboards, complete with filth, grime and dirt,
that we can't see the fact that we need more that just that.

So many thoughts my brain always has but so few infact are of myself.
A problem it is to feel for others before myself and I fear it will harm me unintentionally.
To live for myself is the thing i need to figure out slowly. For if i do not look after myself who will surely.
For they all have their own burdens to keep.


So breath I tell you ol' brain of mine for the world can wait,
for it itself has sealed it's own fate..

Clear your mind till only you, you see and only then will you live for thee.


Breath!