when we breathe, when we inhale do we do so out of habit?nchoking down every last breath, or do we need to?nncould we sing could we exclaim or do we have nothing to sing for? nborrow words, borrow their songs and start to believe themnnwe've traded our freedom for a dream but serotonin was in the fine print now we can't even fall asleepnwas it raining or have our tears flooded the streets?nare they the new precipitation that wets the ground beneath our feet?nnthe stars shine on you and they teach you how to seenthis mirror seems crowded but unlike stars we don't shinennplease give us some reprievensomething to help us sleep