When the water starts to enter my lungs, I go up for air;
If I'm hungry, I eat.
When I'm tired, I sleep;
If thirsty, I go in for the water.
When I'm full, I stop, sometimes;
When I'm empty, I slow down.
When I feel ranked, I leave;
When I judge, I walk away.
If it's hot, I shade;
If I'm jaded, I sun.
When the air is delicious, I breathe;
When I flower, I smell.
If I am in a pine forest, I pick pine needles;
When I pick pine needles, I crush a few;
When there are crushed pine needles in my fingers,
I breathe
I smell
I go for air
I slow down
I stop
and I am full.
Roman Ryan 