Fresh Air

The fresh air
Is nice to
Breathe sometimes.
But my lungs
Can only
Hold so much
Of it at
Any one time.

So I breathe,
When I can,
But I leave
The rest for
Another
Day and hope
That it will
Understand.

The air should.
After all,
It stays here
While I am
Inside for
Whatever
Reason and
Can’t come out
To enjoy
It’s fresh thrall.