oxygen

live up to a name
that is what they all wish.
living up to my name
is as difficult as finding meaning
inside this very own verse.

meaning is often sought after
& these lines are often faint.
we normally only see it when
face to face,
as mirrors can be deceiving
& It’s all in the lighting.

reasons only show when struck
through a prism.
for without this,
they suffer inside my bones
the thin blood that doesn’t
always flow.

It’s a blue September.
October will come around soon
starting the cycle again
but for now
I lay in my own birth.

a red morning calls
as a sun rises
and actually, lights up my world.
these forsaken pictures of land
that are only shown to figments
of an imagination so stark
that beauty is indeed
only in the eye of this beholder.

life always has a reason for living
and finding them in colored months
is like shaking a tree and expecting more
than just falling leaves.

months come and go and quite honestly
I don’t even know the difference between
the next month and a new day
unless I keep track of it in a calendar.
So, be happy for every breath you take
because sooner or later, there won’t be any oxygen.