• Living not quite alive;
    Everyday is just 24 more hours to get by.
    What was it I had in mind,
    When the whole world was before our eyes?
    If all my time was taken back
    And, born again, I got another change
    To live life as I ought;
    I see no difference I would take.
    I see no other choice to make.
    How pitiful my life must be,
    That I could find no path for me.
    Is all my hope now gone away?
    My dreams now drowned?
    My future I did betray.
    But at what point did this occur?
    When did my mind loose its sight?
    And where did I turn from the light?
    Does it even matter?
    Or is it all the same?
    I see now I may not be the blame.
    For who can truly pick their path?
    We are fate’s puppets
    And on its strings
    We live our lives as if we know
    That forever we will have control.
    We do not have this power you see
    And fate has shown that fact to me.
    For hope and purpose are not true
    You live the life that’s given to you.