The Air

The air When it pours, I dissolve. During heat, I resolve. I’m more amongst greens. I’m there in every scene. The coolest, never on rest. In motion, with no emotion. Neither fixed destination. Unstoppable I flow, I flow, I flow. I peep in through the ventilations, a part of me, I drop in there. I flee in glee, from cities to live, where staled and fatigued, I’m stabbed to give, to give a portion with no hesitation, to let survive, I move with a flair, to inhale, to relieve, to breathe in fresh air. Unstoppable I flow, I flow, I flow. For all the youth, I’m young. To the aged, I’m old. Whn vexed on earth, I’m furious to be mould. In swirls, like a drunkard I move , to run, to destroy the houses, the roofs. Unstoppable I flow, I flow, I flow. I embrace with hugs, the ones who lives. Not a trace I give, to the ones who leave. In cylinders, I’m trapped. On plants I’m overlapped. When freshly consumed, you glow. Unstoppable I flow, I flow, I flow.