First wind came out of the womb Guzzling atmosphere like champagne Bawling the certainty of self. Second wind came out of recess - a whistle, the line of girls -the pecking order had my heart in its hands. At midcourse I saw behind me My blundering enemy Jane, flushed With her evil weight and ways. ‘Where the foxe is earthed blow for the terriers After the maner.” Birth of second wind Out of the death of the fox The wolf, and the deer. I was by the tenth grade mistress Of the breathing art, took my enemies three two one. I was Coach's girl, until I discovered pot and cigs. My second wind, my second wind Another ghost howls in my wrack and wreck.
“I’m so bored. I hate my life.” - Britney Spears
"Never for money/always for love" - The Talking Heads