Down my throat and through my hair
Handed from my lungs to my heart to be pumped and shared
The baton is exhaled and grabbed by the wind again
Forever running the globe to continue this chain
Came close to going on a cliche tangent of each breath being borrowed time
But instead I like to underline that each breath is mine
Should I choose to accept it or decline and  turn blue
The choice is mutual for you all, the taking is up to you