Like a trudge up a hill in the mud
In my Sunday best and all
Clearly, I’m doing it wrong

All wrong

Eyes shut, I’m to don a red cap
In the end, all will be great again
Clearly, as mud it is

Trust Your Breath?

Lie down on your belly
Face hovering over the wet, cold mud
Tell your tales of undying devotion
When I wipe clean your face with my own, let’s see what I see

If I believe you
I will invite you
Breathe In (Will you)
Breathe Out (let me) 
Breathe In (take you)
Breathe Out (to the) 
Breathe In (places)
Breathe Out (you must)
Breathe In (go?)
Breathe Out (Say yes.)