A question of living
Just another day of living,
Alone among a crowd,
Questioning the sanity,
Of living so far from love!
Yearning for the simple acts of companionship,
Does keeping the body alive,
Have to demand so much,
Of the spirit?
Looking for that one word, one act,
That responds to the spirit that moves in us all,
And not just the world weary mask that we carry,
Reacting to the utility of the other!
Calculating the response, to be doled out,
In measures that sometimes reflect the others worth or not,
Chasing mirages that hold the promise,
Of a better life, but do they really?
Can life be better when you’re drained,
Of all that brings joy to your heart,
Are the mechanics of making a living,
The anti-thesis of what it means to be truly alive?
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