the sound of life

we breath in new the air is fresh we breathe out stale the air is old it's the circle of life that keeps all alive as the machine of existence drives forward along the road to mystery and into the unknown light but sometimes that once bright light fades the road becomes dark and leads to purgatory the darkness feeds and feeds to satisfy its hunger an hunger that lurks in the dark then the road leads to blue skies sunny days of no rain palm trees on a sunny beach tranquillity in the golden rays while sitting on golden sand looking out to waters blue and deep as we breath in and we breathe out