What do we want

All that we want 

Is here with us.

Bring out your hands 

Let the air hit you fresh. 

But sometimes alas

The winds don't blow. 

Like an ephemera 

We screech ourselves slow. 

A day of being one 

A day of truth 

A day to show everything

That's inside you.

Truth is tough to hide

The nooks are too full.

Scare of shame or load of 

Expectations tuning into a lull.

A risky business to 

Gauge the two sides.

But in moment and why not

It sounds all right. 

All that we want 

Is where, not with me.

Where's the air

When I want to breathe! 

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