Nowhere
Nowhere to be but nowhere;
Nowhere to go but here.
Nothing to do but listen;
Nothing to hear but my ears.
No time to waste or be wasted;
Nothing to waste but my breath.
Nothing to breathe but the wind and the breeze, no reason to leave so keep breathing.
Copyright © Art Barclay | Year Posted 2018
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