Invention

We breathe in the air
It is a new game
Try not to breathe
Hide the carrier bag
Tuck the laces in our shoes
We are our own invention
Wishing for tomorrow
Hating the day
Longing for night
Rest
Blisters aching
Nothing is right
We can't feel
Numb
Mute
Distanced
The stolen man walks on broken glass
I wait to see him
He hides in the shadows
I wish he would cast a light on me
It's all about growing and becoming
Words are not enough
We would re-invent our thinking to see him
Please state your name and number
I will breathe in the air and stop the clock.