What is life?
What defines living?
Is it the labored breaths,
that fill weak lungs?
Or is it the rush,
that fills frozen viens?
Is it the feeling of love,
or the feeling of pain?
Is it the swish of long hair,
or the curve of small hips?
Is it soft skin,
or soft lips?
Is it  what we wear?
Or how we talk?
Is it who we are,
or how we walk?
Tell me because I'm unsure,
do we really know the answer,
to what defines anything anymore?