every book
every bird
every poem
every word
another breath
another sigh
a group of people
that possess one mind

this is where i exist
where i wish i didn't
not because i don't feel good
but because i have to feel good

a place for everyone
as long as the mouths stay shut

every morose lyric
every burdening death
every heartbreaking picture
all just pirouettes

letter by letter
verse by verse
a message that's built
a message that has to possess worth

but can i think?
can i fly?
or is this breath of fresh air
just another cry?