Non-Existent Life…

Non-Existent Life…

Stuck in a rut, not going anywhere…
Moving through the motions, like taking in some air
Without conscious thought, little effort to be spent
Time ticks slowly past, with no idea where it went
Numbingly routine, day in, and day out
What is this thing called ‘living’ really all about?

Feeling like a robot, stuck in automatic all the way
Following the same schedule, each and every day
Charge up in the morning, work, eat and sleep…
Thoughts like a program, never really deep
Traveling, along a set path society has laid
Is this a living, or existence that is made?

Where is that feeling, that ‘life’ from within?
When does ‘existence’ end and true ‘living’ begin?


© Shadow Whysper