My second wind usually comes to me sort of
emphysematous
on its last-leg
straight spent.
Rightfully so,
after all
it’s been doing circus acts in my head all day long
and not to mention the full ballet recitals and miles of bike trails as well,
I understand how it arrives to me weary.
But that’s when it’s at its best
With that lackadaisical look
running off my own natural endorphins
recklessly shocking every nerve in my body
mixed with me finally taking a moment
to open my fuckin’ mouth
and gather the perfect balance of oxygen to level out all the acid I’ve let seep in.
..naturally high
buzzin' 