Do we really live our lives?
Some of us do,
And some of us don’t.
Some of us take our life by the hand,
Throwing ourselves to the wind,
Forgetting all bindings
That secures us to the ground.
Some of us tie ourself to the floor,
Forgetting our identity in the process,
Forgetting how to laugh, cry, love. . .
Those that live their lives die a blissful death,
Those that don’t, die wondering where it all went.