Looking up to see the sky

I see clouds full of dust 

I can’t see the light that keeps me warm

I don’t know where it went

It’s there I know it is

But I guess I never expected to not see it

The air I breathe 

The air that keeps me going 

The air that lets me live 

Is dying

The air is full of it

It’s full of pollution 

I can’t stop it myself 

But I know that I have to find a way

A way to breathe 

A way to succeed 

A way to get rid of this thing

This thing we call 

Air pollution