An idea, a memory, a thought.
Things wort more than air.
A whisper, a smile, a tender look.
Things more valuable than the oxygen in or lungs.
What is the point of living a sullen life wthout hopes and dreams?
A chant, a prayer, a wish.
Things life-giving and so powerful.
All I need is a dream.
A hope to hold on to.
Air isn't everything