A BREATH OF FRESH AIR AFTER DROWNING LIVING NO LONGER SEEMS LIKE A CHOICE IN FRONT OF ME THE WORLD IS BOWING BUT NOT TO ME TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT I DON'T DESERVE THE PRAISE PRAISE BECAUSE I'VE DONE NOTHING WORTHY BENEATH THE SWELL SURGES OF MEMORY TEARS SMILES KNOWING EYES AND THEN IT TAKES