I woke up without thinking of the monumental decision I would make. It would change my entire day, yet I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I was breathing.
I stepped out of bed, gulping air, yet completely unaware.
The influx of oxygen turned me into a poet. I scrambled into a sweater and boiled some eggs. The water in the pot frothed as my mind simmered.
What great transformation would be forced upon my soul, now that I was breathing?
I cooked eggs Shooked legs Breathing with ease And learning Chinese
Gulp, gulp, gulp. I gulped air and instead found ENLIGHTENMENT. The sweet, sweet tang of learning enveloped my soul as I stuffed my brain with a foreign language I might never get to use. (of course, I wasn’t so pessimistic then. I was breathing!)
The eggs simmered down Only one was brown It seems like that should have metaphorical significance maybe... It reflects the magnificence Of my beard?
Yum. I ripped apart the unfertilized chick’s life with my feral teeth. I was breathing, but you know who wasn’t? The chicken.
A bit of salt, a bit of pepp Am I still breathing? Yepp. But is the chicken dead? Yup, I ripped off its head.
Still, I hadn’t realized the sublime fact that I was, in fact breathing. If I had, it might have taken my breath away.
As it was, I went on with my day.
I strolled down the sidewalk Stomping on the defiled pavement covered with ugly chalk I wish it would rain And remove this stain Take away my pain! And yet... it remains. (How melodramatic. But not that traumatic.) Calm down. Take a breather. You don't have to scowl, either. You're a galoot! A Gafroot! A Gadzoot! woot woot woot! Those chalkers and talkers and stalkers (wait what?) Will run at the taste of your fooot!
It was a great day to wear sandals. 40˚ Fahrenheit and not a snow cloud in the sky. Because it was above freezing, obviously. There might have been other clouds.
I stomped in puddles. I got mud on my feet. I left muddy tracks on the sidewalk. They think they can talk big chalk? Well, my foot art was far more beautiful. This is what happens when you breath.
I moved on, kept on going My worries – protozoan. Shoeless – not ingrowing. And of course due to the enormous amount of oxygen in my blood my skin was glowing. Ta ta ta Oo la la
I’ll finish once I stop breathing. Right now, life is too good.