Breathing has become a drag,
been tiring for a long while now.
Relentless task, the senseless repetition drives me insane.
To sleep beneath the waves,
and still wake up,
will never come to be.

Even now, countless times each night I surge from sleep,
for I have forgotten to breathe,
and it robs from my life in the light.

Gathered thoughts, now drawn only from ventures through others,
supplant the confusion of rhythm,
emerging as my own,
until I return.