How Can I Be Dead?
I walk around breathing ,talking
But I am dead in all sense of the word
I do not feel, I do not laugh, I do not cry
Nothing, deep into my soul
Do I have a soul? Do I care?
I'm a hamster on a wheel
Round and round no end in sight
Not enough money, not enough time
Every day, every week , every year
It's like watching the same show
Over and over and over
Expecting a different ending each time
My life is not what I expected
Not what I dreamed
I'm too old to be viable
Too young to retire
Zombies are not the undead
They are the unalive.
How many of us are there in the world
Drones just waiting out our sentence
How can I be dead? Easy
I forgot how to live.
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