Once I told a stranger

I’ve never lived a day in my life

He looked as if I was in danger

Of losing my very own mind

He asked me why

I thought such a thought

With a beating heart

Oh why I ought

To speak a way

When I was living now

A girl with breathing lungs

A life profound

I told him clearly

That I was surely alive

But I wouldn’t be living

Until the day I died

My life was full of worry

My tasks sky high

I was so busy

I had no time to try

So once again he said

But you are not dead

I replied that

But I am not inside my head

I’ve never stopped thinking

Never stopped to dream

Never stopped to speak a word

Worth anything to me

I do the same thing every day

I live life pointless as I decay

I’ve never been living

I’ve just been merely alive

[This is breifly based off of a quote. “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all” - Oscar Wilde]