My lungs reflect my personality,
They give more than they take
I breathe in and count to eight
I feel my lungs expand and fill my chest
And the way they hurt says that they're about to burst
But I let them ache
And they hold my breath while I count to fourteen
My mind races and my lungs burn
Waiting for release
They calm down and I expect them to stop working
But I exhale and count to sixteen
Watching the red sunlight dance through my eyelids,
My lungs get smaller and prepare for relief,
For the moment they get to breathe normally
But I breathe in and count to eight
Ready to begin again
