This is Not Living

this is not living.

this is passing time.

every second i'm wasting

on delivering these lines.

and though i am coasting,

i wonder when i

will finally reach

the destination i'm

so desperate, unable to find.

 

this place is a myth,

the ghost of a promised lie.

i need it, i need it;

without it, i die.

Reviews

[poetic soul]

this certainly aint living.. and i guess, at this rate, most of us at some point of time, arent living!!

btw, shouldnt this line be:

"without it, i die."
like this:

"without it, i'll die" ......??

jus a suggestion...

nice read...

Regards,
Poetic Soul