The Breath In Our Lungs

What if we are blind, and manipulation
Is the only constant in our lives
What if the only thing that's truly ours
Is the breath in our lungs and untold lies

What if perception controls our sight
And what we see is ours alone
What if direction is a human invention
And the breath in our lungs is all we own

What if emotions are influenced
And cannot exist without cause
What if everything you feel is given to you
And isn't truly yours

What if life and all that's real
Is but a temporary distraction
And all we own is the breath in our lungs
Until even that is taken