Environment

We breathe

And breathe our breath back in

We steal our own oxygen

We all, imprison, ourselves.

We live, not where we choose, but where seems comfortable.

Our psychology altered by the nurturing arms of family.

Our hearts threatened by the nurturing arms of nature's family.

We live and die in a small radius

We don't move, our footprints gather and pile like our thoughts Our thoughts... as we lay where we will die, thinking about our environment and the reasons why

We breath

And why we steal our own oxygen. In the same place we feel most at home

The same place that seems most comfortable

Will be the same place we will be the most uncomfortable.

So please ask why, you imprison youself and not hand yourself the key of a world where we breathe?