He is gasping for breath, utterly unsettled by his every piercing whereabout
About to lose a grasp, why won’t anyone simply take the time to ask?
How is he… how has he in fact been?
Meaning to stitch it all back together again, prone to folding in the blink of an unsuspecting eye
Far too shy to ever place his fate in those above who will notoriously shift and shove
Quite gladly ’til giving him exactly what he so badly needs
To Finally Breathe