We're not living.
We're all just dying a minute a time.

With every lavish dinner that we buy,
We're not trying to savour it.
Instead we build our Instagram profiles
one post at a time.

If I asked you right now,
What would you do if you were the last person alive on Earth?
You'd have no concrete answer to that.

Because once you'd get past that string of thoughts
where you want to ride the coolest cars,
or live in the craziest places
or try some deadly yet expendable weapons by yourself,
you'll be left blank.
Because nobody would be there to watch all your triumphs anymore.

That would be the moment when you'll realize
How less you've lived and how much you missed.

have you ever felt the air move
in a way
that touched your soul?
a small movement
outside of your window,
a sound dancing in the breeze
the rustle of the leaves in the trees

as you breathe in
it fills up your lungs
with memories
and melancholy

a yearn, an ache
for a life once lived

a past,
so special
and powerful
that the scent
the feeling
the sense of home
reverberates through your entire being

we search our whole lives
for meaning,
for the meaning

why are we here,
what are we meant for

did we ever think it was to be content?
to be happy...
in the body,
in the mind,
in the life,
in the person
that we are.

to be ourselves,
to the core

have you ever heard
a song,
or a phrase
that touched you
to the core?

that made you scared
that you are living
the wrong life.

because the words,
the melody,
the place it brought you to
felt so genuinely you
felt so perfect
felt so content
felt so happy
felt like a place you once were,
or have always wanted to be.

Fingers intertwined
Let me call you, mine
Of what's left from the past
Let us buried it all behind

Had I dreamt of days like this
Ones with the tenderest sun
One of the gentlest I can ponder on
Nothing less more's ahead,
You, what I may call
The truly one.