Living or Surviving?

 

Sleeping, I think I'm dreaming.

These visions are unfathomable, unthinkable.

 

Hear me, are you near me?

 

My voice is a whisper, it shakes and it quivers.

 

Walking, I should be running.

My legs close to breaking, nervously shaking.

 

Smiling, are you laughing?

 

It's music to plugged up ears, I'm nearly deaf, I fear.

 

Dying, I think I'm dying. 

 

Breathing's my way of passing the time, 'till death I find.

 

Living or just surviving?

 

Make this time worthwhile.

Face it all with a smile.