Making it air

Making it air

 

So many look into the clear

Wondering why this isn’t that

Some do the belief in hopes an answer comes

While a breeze hits their skin

The invisible mirror gently whispering

Patiently waiting for the tools are used

Simple and in front of the eyes

Air is too clear blinded by the breeze

Ego demanding it be harder

A mother never asks why about a child’s love

Fear has such a way

The air looks past this and lets you breathe

A few these seems pretty clear

While others inhale fear and ignores air

Why must this be?

Chances are only chances when not taken

Let others walk the valley

Create your own belief

Making it air