the clouds they set in thick,
but the sky's never as thick as the thick in my lungs,
no matter how hard I kick and kick,
but luckily the breath of my lungs could never match the wind,
ocean cold that's something I'd never wish to kick,
but still I struggle sadly the smoke
that smothers thick,
no matter how hard I fight,
it's simply the wind I kick,
and not the clouds that smother me thick.