The Forgotten Hiss

There is a sound that comes and goes, With no particular rhythm, a subtle hiss, I tried searching for it once, it knows, For as soon as I search, it will surely cease, I put it out of my mind, hearing it from time to time, As days, months and years passed by, The constant noises around, ever drowning me in sound, While my eyes kept occupied by these lights we glorify, Life! Demanding as it has been, Somehow always chasing for an unseen dream, Nothing is sensed for we are always fed, Everyone in tranced and we live like we are dead, As I lay quiet in silence, watching and waiting to expire, The hiss flowed faint like a slow, withering death. In that final moment I finally realised that the old forgotten hiss, Was actually my life-giving breath. Life is held only by a thread of breath, so breathe aware.