Waiting inside your lungs,
Carried off as you're expelling your breath,
To those that you're among,
Joining my friends who were waiting as well,
Some in the same droplet,
Will a nostril be close enough to reach,
Suck us up not knowing you are sick, yet?
Hopefully, enough of us make it there,
To really make a home,
We'll travel new places inside and out,
Life's meaning is to roam,
You're our vessel,
Sorry we cause you stress,
You're existence is not dissimilar,
As we fly through the air, we see your mess.
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