Imagine an person - probably old - exhausted and dying slowly, painlessly and inevitably in comfort, in a sunlit room, waiting, wasting away, aware that any breath taken is now counted. An acute awareness of time coupled with acceptance of the imminent end, of no further plans or opportunities.
You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Their wishes are fading; they’re wasting away.
You see someone waiting. You see someone waiting. Wasting and waiting. Wasting their time.
Time that’s so short. Time that was fleeting. Run out of time. And gone. (Breath)
A breath that was taken. A breath that was taken. A breath that once taken, exhaled and gone.
A breath that was taken. A breath that was fleeting. Breathing, still breathing; exhaled and gone.
A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone. (Breath)
You see someone waiting, days slip away. Ageing, not ageing; life drifting by.
You see someone waiting; they’re wasting away. Dying and waiting. Dying while waiting.
You see someone waiting. Just waiting and waiting. Dying and waiting. Dying and gone. (Breath)
A breath that was taken, was held for a moment. A breath that once taken; a moment retained.
A breath that was taken; an instant so fleeting. Breathe, barely breathing; exhaled and gone.
A breath that’s once taken. And never again, Run out of time. It’s gone. (Breath)
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