Breathing

Breathing

I want to feel again
To dream again
Believe again

Again

Again I fall short
Outside of what could be
Entrenched strictly within

Within the lungs
Of the man in the maze
That loses breath
With every exhale

Inhaling does not
Return the breath from its escape
Inhaling brings in only
New air to waste

You can never regain
What you cut loose

It may return to you
But at the point

The choice is never yours