I am able, my life is stable, Though I dangle on a cable. I can see, I need to sneeze, 1 2 3 4 in a row, I have allergies.
It's nice and warm, but the insects swarm, through open windows in a college dorm.
Bugs are the worst, when my personal bubble they burst. Stupid mosquitos with their thirst for blood, on the wind they ride like a flood.
Grass in the air, my nose is not prepared, my sinuses they snare, trapped in the seasonal villains lair. I don't like pollen, in my lungs always falling, my nose it's stalling, I breathe like a snail crawling.
I love this season but some things I could do without, the sneezing is one thing that I'd like to throw out, but it sticks around ready for the next bout.
I can see, I'd like to say I can breathe, but it's not up to me.