Yes, those days. Gifts of light,
Water, thoughts and air.
It's noisy and crowded on the train,
In the rush hour, but it's an hour
And it holds together one of our days.
In a moment of anguish, breathe
With your mind. It's a moment and
If it weren't there, you'd be dead.
We've had our days, our moments,
And come back for more.