What is living If our eyes don't gleam with excitement If laughter isn't constantly escaping If we never make mistakes If we don't tan in the summer Or have to wash dirt off of our feet From those long walks in the woods
What is living* If we are constantly worried about our sizes If money is always being counted If we always are hiding behind technology If the only thing we fill our bodies with is alcohol Or drugs because depression is the only color we see
When did living become something that we have to be told how to do?