Are You Breathing?

This is my nothing time

Tired of always being told what time

Don't follow too close behind

The one that walks before you

There are the insect times

Everybody pushing toward

The front from behind

That's when you realize

They're only acting civilized

You can talk to me if there's anything you need

This belongs to everything that breathes

Are you breathing?

Some call them silent times

But the sound that nothing makes is almost deafening at times

If you want to keep your mind

You'll give yourself your nothing time

So this is your state of mind

It's obviously something dissimilar to mine

Maybe it's I who's blind

The one that thinks he walks before you