Dancing on Air
(But There's No Air in My Lungs)
Sick with worry
Like a disease polluting my body
Like air to my bloodstream
Air in my veins,
But none in my lungs
Plenty of air to dance on,
But none in my lungs.
I imagine my heart cold and gray
That's what it feels like,
Even as its racing
To the finish line, I guess
Running out of breath, out of air,
No air in my lungs.
And it's funny that they tell you
Not to worry
They tell you it's not so bad
It's never so bad
But I'm going mad.
Sometimes I'm dancing on air,
Not a care in the world, not a care.
Don't tell me it'll be ok while I'm falling.
I won't believe you.
Who could believe you?
Would you?
About the Creator
Jessica Jo Bessey
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