Anything But Breathe (song)

Will I touch, will I believe?
All I am is river reeds.
I pick up pieces of the sky
when the stars go out and everything
is morning kissing midnight.
 
You've got to know that nothing's real
but the rocks and stones and river-mud you feel -
not who you are or what you think -
those things will fall apart and sink.
 
So I'll thank my cells and plead the fifth;
I don't know what nothing is.
 
We're ephemeral and young
with watercolors on our tongues:
we fight each other and survive;
we fight ourselves and barely try.
 
And it's so beautiful that I can barely move -
I swear, I will inhale the world before my time is through.
And if I'm given to my life, I know the remedy:
close both eyes, and simply don't do anything but breathe.
 
I thank my cells that I exist;
I won't know what nothing is.
 
 
 
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Age when written: 16