Taking for granted, the air that we breathe
Taking for granted, the simplest of deeds
Now we must pause, for time has run out
Last drinks in the bar, were finished last night.
We envy the old woman, walking with ease
We envy the couple, unaware of this moment
They saunter along, enjoying shared minutes
They breathe without effort, the simplest of things.
For then the simplest is no longer for sale,
The familiar recedes before our eyes,
While the whole world spins without a care
And heaven weeps a silent tear.