Breathe In Poem by Brianna Thompson

I think it's really hard to know how to be truly free
Or whether that's even a good thing
Don't let fear become your profession
It's like living a day in life sessions
Except it's more about guessin answers to a question
Could it be our deepest obsessions that drives us totally mad
But mad makes me feel glad to know I can carry all my broken shards in a paper bag
But somewhere between this world and the next
I'm not sure if I'm prepared for that test
It's not like a game of recess
There's no playing the game leaving it unfinished
I rather live with that consequence
And then later try to repent for my sin
that I've commit
If my cards are played right I'm looking forward to the results
No one really knows how to sail my boat
It's like wandering in a torn rain coat
I'm only trying to figure out who I'm playing for
So that I can move forth onto an earth that sees me as its companion
If it wasn't for my imagination
I'd have to thank the privilege given to breathe In