The slightest coolish wisp whispers;
Tickling follicles as they weave;
Awakening receptors one by one;
It’s journey only just begun.
Turning a corner, presented with the choice;
Down the wrong hatch to finish apologetically;
Or go with the flow;
Don’t overthink it, the body knows.
By now warm and cozy;
Exchanging gifts from cell to cell;
Magically transforming blue blood to red cells.
Job now done its time to exit;
Gathering steam on the escape;
Fogging up the glass;
With more greenhouse gas.
One breath in and out;
Enriching me throughout;
Readying me for the day ahead;
While bringing peace to my head.
(to be continued, hopefully)