Touching your breath Can you look in the mirror? Are you sure what you see? Life is going to be clearer When you’re touching your breath Can you here what I’m thinking? Are you watching my mind? You can see trough the bricking It’s your own volition, to be on cloud nine. Feel what you want to feel And see what you feel Life is the only thing What you can handle on your own, on and on, (It’s the stories that fill a dull place with bright light It’s the treasure you bury for your son to find It’s a phrase of pure wit that bursts out of your mind It’s the laughter around the campfire at night It’s the stepovers you do despite people hate it It’s the novels you write though nobody will read it It’s the playful approach that you keep through the days It’s the song you sing out of your soul) Can you look in the mirror? Are you sure what you see? Life is going to be clearer When you’re touching your breath