the breaths count down to the appointed time;
gasp or aria, the number remains the same.
shut up, my friend, and prolong your quandary;
maybe, sir, you have time for your laundry?
go watch your fate spin past your careful stare;
meditate on sock chasing your underwear.
you think you control your unruly mind-
can you really your lost pajama’s find?
let your thoughts tumble after each other;
don’t be so mad with your absent mother!
let it all go in the sky’s gentle breeze;
don’t chase anything- remember breath, please!
sir, darvish has just one more thing to say:
breathe in with ba, breathe out with ba, to pray.