breathe...

breathe…
in this stale room
in this grey building
with these dull people
doing nothing meaningful…
breathe…
in this polluted city
on this stifling day
on these crowded streets
among such smelly people
breathe…
can I really risk it?
do I want to take it all in?
do I want to be here?
how did I even get in?
breathe…
imagine fresh sea breeze
remember childhood fields
plan to visit the mountains
wish for sundrenched sails…
breathe…

                                                                                                           -Sydney,2005