if we can begin new every day
with our routine
with the dreadful evening naps
with every sigh & breath
inhaling, exhaling, and again

we begin & end things
with our decisions
with our relations
inhaling, exhaling, and again

do we even realise the magic we emit?
when we exhale and inhale again
there is no abrupt stop
there is no space for sorrow

there is no space at all
magic is the infinite connection
between endings & beginnings
this magic we must mirror

mirror it in our thoughts
in our oceans of chaotic emotions
in our burrows of structured actions
even after life

because surely enough, before you know it
POP goes the magic
inhaling, exhaling, one last time
before we hit refresh