The wind whispering through the willows,
the birds flying in the clear-blue sky,
The clouds like fluffy pillows,
Make me release a sigh.
All my life I’ve been holding my breath,
Buzzing around, always on the go,
Creating a living death,
With nothing for it to show.
I’d been missing so much,
Always ‘seeing’ and ‘living’
But never experiencing it as such.
Never giving it meaning.