If living fully takes away the will to live
Focused, I was, in the duties of the world;
Living life as if half-dead, I did.
The verse, the eyes, the hug, the black and white —
Made me want to experience life to the fullest.
Learned to live in the moment,
Experienced each emotion, and joy I did.
But the duality of life came: the pain and sorrow,
With a smile, I faced it all.
Until the body could take no more,
Then questioned my life all over again.
Going back to half alive, I did.
Now each time, there’s a chance to feel fully alive,
The fear of pain keeps me from opening my heart fully.
Is living fully worth it if it takes away the will to live?
Living life like half dead, at least keeps me alive.
The choice I need to make, is to stay alive as half dead, or lose the willingness to live as fully alive.
