Inhale.

Hold it in your lungs,

The air so weightless

That we soon forget

That it’s even there;

Exhale.

Whose absence is felt,

Whose presence is life,

Leaving us breathless

Thinking of it all.

Inhale,

But the paradox

Is when that air leaves,

It’s the heaviest

Thing imaginable.

Air might be weightless

But breath weighs so much.

Exhale.