i don’t have a life.
i am lifeless.
not literally meaning to since i am still here breathing,
but referring to a life that i have adequately dreamnt of.
the dreams i was so keen about,
making sure i got all my perspective straight,
making sure i don’t let go,
that i constantly held on.
my life is built on dreams.
but as i continue chasing my dreams,
the very dream took steps away from me.
as i edge closer to them,
it was as if they broke into a run eluding me.
and now i can’t gel hold of them.
it seems impossible to grasp those dreams now.
odds are they will stay dreams for as long as i live.
they will never be a reality until i’m gone.
i don’t have life anymore.
the lights are closing out on me,
and i couldn’t help but wonder for the last time,
why am i lifeless?