Inhale
Inhale…Air… It flows ‘round my lungs,
I’m alive with another pulse through my vein.
This blue and red tube streaming my blood,
Where it tunnels right into my brain.
And it keeps me alive on this colossal abyss,
Floating on this ocean, this sea.
Floating enough for this oxygened heart,
So my lecturing soul can be free.
Yet, all it would take would be a tale, a whisper,
Just one fabricated sleek lie,
A load of a scandal sinking me down,
To the scholar I’d be saying goodbye.
Goodbye to the class, goodbye to the books,
Goodbye to the teacher I knew,
And hello to the biggest new start of my life,
With an honorable, genuine debut.
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