Thursday, July 2, 2009

less than ideal

Soup served at a less than ideal temperature
Flavour barely peeking through
It has the potential to be so much better
But it’s not really worth the effort right now
So this will just have to do

Each small luxury
Comes along with a question
Am I really worth it?
Should I even bother?

When staying alive is your only goal
You start to redefine what being alive
Actually means

If staying alive is your only goal
You have already failed

If you only care to be alive
Nothing more
Than you only care to exist
But really, you aren’t alive at all
Bordering on the thin line of existence
Balance staggaring, weaving in and out
Of the realm of being real

If you don’t exist to anyone but yourself
And you begin to have your doubts too
Then who really knows?
What you are
Is a mystery not kept to yourself

Getting off the couch
Deciding to heat the soup up
For an extra 30 seconds in the microwave
Brings the flavours out more
Warms the soul
Balances the line just a little bit

Maybe I should aim for slightly more
Than mere existence
I should find out
What it actually means
To be alive

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