I live on the Right Side of the Heart,
DeOxygenated blood,
is what I've been labeled,

I'll travel to the lowest level of my Side of the Heart,
From the high and mighty Atrium,
to the low and grave Ventricle,

In the Ventricle, you don't do much except hope,
to get transferred to the Pulmonary Artery,
and that's up to the Muscles to decide if your worthy,

Why do I want to leave my life on the Right Side of the Heart,
and begin my journey to the Pulmonary Artery?
because from there they will send me to the Lungs,

and in the Lungs they will remove the poison of Carbon Dioxide,
making me unworthy of the rest of the Body because of my soul,
and maybe, just maybe, finally I will met the Oxygen I've been longing for,

and maybe my day will come,
but what happens once out of the Lungs?
and granted the Oxygen I deserve?

They will push me out of the Lungs,
Into a familiar home,
Like the Right side of the heart but instead it will be the Left,

and being on the Left side of the Heart,
I'll be allowed to exit and roam free,
across the whole body as they need me,

Because finally someone is going to rely on me,
Finally I will have a purpose,
*Finally I will be Blood.