Banal breathes, 
why must I pressure myself 
to do cornfed motions, 
                           that serve as life...

I held you in,
 tried to suffocate your existence. 
But self preservation 
          is an inhalation of regrets.

We rob the planet, feeding it our exhaust,
                    a carbon footprint 
better off with out..

Sometimes the day to day 
                                  bland reasoning,
  out ways the necessity of us.