A thought stop

Meaningless breaths knock my heart for a reason
To be the carrier of the life force
In and out of the dying frame
What is the use if I do not walk
On the garden of mysterious change
For some it's love, for some it's blood
Does it matter as it all seems red?

In the mere moment of my own
I try to see the world of all I've known
Have they lived the life they want?
Did they cry when someone's gone?
Is the mere journey; the sum of all
That is earned & burnt in this final pry?

My answer is here;and I wonder if it's free
In birds and in trees; in the people and in me
The sublime sound which we all tend to have
Which fades away but returns when we are prepared

I still wonder if I've my ears
Which I've lost in some games of you and me