We are as free as air

The body’s a temporary lair

Which the mind seeks to decorate

Thoughts haul the freight

Without the mind, it is all open

Everything’s noticed, nothing’s chosen

There’s no you, me, or them

All divisions are overcome

Air travels inside all

Warming the blood of the big or small

Lungs are a breezeway

Where the mind gains power to weigh

Air is a silent omnipresence

Caring for us in senescence

No matter where we go, it will follow

In each breath, its freedom we swallow