These ill-fitting garbs
Are slowly
Siphoning off my breath

And day by day
I must fight to remain
Fight for wind
While feigning balance

Day to day
I mustn’t lose footing
For all was foreseen
For all will transpire well

What shall I do
When these limbs go numb?
No longer striving
Fully drained of heart and vigor

When I’m urged to shed
This phony refuge
And embrace the uncertain
In search of an honest
Hearth and home