Learn To Breathe

Too many of these words have bore my blood, Too many of these rhymes hold secret meanings, So much of my writing is vacant applause, To mask, a solemn, silent weeping. I've promised you more happiness, Than I can afford to give, But I'll give it to you anyway, I don't much care to live. So as the vacant applause continues, As you shout, "Encore!", I'll give you, the time again, we need, And learn to breathe, once more.