TO LIVE?

To exist, what a tragedy? 

Wanting more but never having it, never getting it. 

Deserving more but never receiving it. 

Moving without a motive. 

Going with nowhere to go. 

Existing, what a tragedy?

To breathe, what a blessing? 

The awareness of my chest expanding, what an experience? 

The pulse of my heart hitting against my chest, what a feeling? 

To experience, feel and be blessed, what joy? 

All signs of Life. 

But what is it when you feel, when you experience, and when you are blessed but are not alive? 

Tragedy. 

What is it when life is obviously in my possession, but I still search for it?

Blindness, what a tragedy? 

To live, what a goal? 

Doing so, how ambitious? 

Can I? Who’s stopping me? 

Will I? 

I’m stopping me.  

Tragic.

To be alive, what a life.