Being alive is a reality and a farce,
Thus having no true definition.
Alas, what is it to be living, truly?
I ask; is it possible to lead a life fulfilled, with no compromise for dreams and private thoughts?
To exist freely of one’s own accord,
And to doubt not the abilities of an arm, and a leg, and a brain,
I ask; can it be had?
Should I speak, “woe!” unto the man who procrastinates?
And who is un-mindful of his deepest and sincerest desires?
Let us not bask vicariously in the place of true life and fullness with nickel and dime,
But prosper in humanity, and sentiment with the knowledge that
There will forever be a source of love, unconditional, and unique to you.
I ask you to be not absent from that which god has so willingly given,
Let yourself have and be had,
And perceive clearly, with every sense, the life in front of you.
The only relevant question in seeking the truth of existence,
Is what you ask yourself.