Aorta.

I am listening to music you’ve never heard of.
I am all about me, but then again, so are you.
I am tired of clichés and lullabies.
I am tired of the snow and clouds.
I am a California dream in a Michigander dreamer,
Somehow transported to a place where the grass is blue,
But is somehow still green. 
I can breathe underwater.
I can breathe your air.
I can breathe again,
I can breathe.

 

Reviews

[Bennett Logan]

Freedom from anything or everything. That's when I get from this poem. As far as suggestions go, I have none. Keep up the good work and have a good one!