I'm missing the point of living life in circles
It's a trend I just don't understand
But somehow it's caught on

It seems all anyone looks forward to
Is just a cup of coffee every day.

But the highlight of my day
Is just a breath of fresh air
And the air tastes different everywhere you go.
It's too bad you can survive on just
The air between your four musty walls
And still grow very old.

When I could die
Trying to learn
The smell of the air just before it touches the water
Or feeling the thinness in my lungs at the mountaintop

If you run from the rain you'll never know
The experience of feeling it is well worth the cold.
Not unlike the desert's dry and sandy heat.

But go ahead and slowly,
Slowly grow very old
Living in your cycle
Returning to your musty walls
Never treating yourself to
A breath of fresh air