Breathing

Sometimes I think I have lived long enough to remember how to breathe but then I catch myself catching my breath.

Sometimes I think I have lived long enough to be brave but then I catch myself afraid of stepping outside of myhouse.

Sometimes I wonder if I have learned anything at all.

But then I think back to when I was a child;

when everything was possible and I never didn't believe.

Then:

Sometimes I think,

maybe I've lived too long.