I fumigate my lungs,
with pennies from my life.
I let go of emotions,
forgetfulness my knife.
I hope it will get better,
I focus on my dreams.
Then life starts getting harder,
And I retreat to inner theatre screens.
But the screams and breaking seams,
Ripping apart connections of these trampolines.
Holding freedom back from knowing that I’m free.
I guess I’m only human.
