Oxygen -

Short sleeves and warm skin

Losing coins calling next of kin

Dropping words about the city we’re in

Ponds compressed by heavy air

Us without care just sprawling there

God’s in our world

Airports and undergrounds

Waiting to find the unfound

Rising to pure insanity

Here when you want me true love

Has no simplicity

God’s in our world

You and I

We’re going so high

The air is getting thin

Our land does not breathe in

We don’t need oxygen

It’s dreams that binds us and locks us in

The rest are impaled by sense