My name means full of life—

But I haven’t been living.

Everyday is like a half-life—

Here I am moving and breathing,

Without the thrill of enjoyment.

Always, the same routine

Wake up, eat, brush my teeth,

Work, rest, and get some sleep.

My life as a teen:

I do all the same things,

Without the thrill of enjoyment.

When I see others’ lives

So full of joy and surprise,

Mine appears as an empty void,

But maybe I am just paranoid

With how my life will progress,

Surely this can’t be my best.

As I still go on day to day

Without the thrill of enjoyment.

Observing the world,

Always moving forward—

Life won’t—doesn’t wait

For me to catch up.

That’s why I must appreciate,

All I have before it lets up.

Looking through the window,

Seeing people come and go—

As vast as the snow,

There are endless possibilities

For how my life could go.

I need to take control,

To take life before it passes by,

Instead of simply asking “why.”

The sun will have to set,

But it’ll rise again just as quick.

To that statement, I must stick.

It has been said,

To feel bad is to know good.

Maybe then I could

Escape the window I hide behind.

Could it be possible that

What I have been trying to find

Was just outside the whole time?

This window before me

Is not glued shut.

All windows open,

So climb out and see

What the world was meant to be:

A place for us to be free.

So be alive,

don’t let life pass you by.