Somewhere along the way,
Some fundamental things were forgotten
And now I sit here,
Trying to catch my breath,
Trying to remember the art of inhalation,
And all subsequent processes.
They say the body remembers,
Body or mind,
Either way, I search for the lost art,
For the hidden mystery,
All the while growing weary,
So weary I might faint.
There comes a time,
When what is lost is lost,
And we must begin again
The process of learning,
I must learn to breathe again,
Only this time,
I will not waste it.
