Living or Just Alive

I draw breath,

sometimes shakily,

often with a wheeze,

but yet I breathe.

I get up.

I go through my daily routine.

Shower. Stare at TV. Read. Go to work.

Come home. Sleep. Repeat.

I am alive but I don’t

Feel I am truly living.

I am machine.

Living from one alarm to the next.

They control my life.

Wake up.

Take pills.

Don’t forget to shower.

Go to work.

Don’t forget to write.

I don’t think this is how life is

meant to be lived.

I’d rather be on a plane

on an adventure.

Somewhere other than here.

I am working my life away.