Restlessness causing friction; friction releasing heat Heat wasting energy; heart losing steam Why do we hold our breath? Is it to pause time? I keep just enough air in my lungs To let my thoughts float so they won’t weigh me down How much time do I have left? I can feel something stirring, still suspending my breath And when the ashes settle, who will be left? Left to my own devices I turn to vices I return to this city though I’ve hurt so many here How much time do I have left before I need to breathe again?