Wasting life is a wasted life.

Why do we live, do we live to dream?
Do we live to serve, an unconscious routine?
Does the truth of our fate, rely upon decision?
Are our actions requested? Or were they gifted,
beautifully wrapped, fancy bows and ribbons.
Why do we cry? When the wind sends us sadness?
Why do we try? When the sadness is within us.
A canoe in the lake and fate strokes the oars.
A bunch of closed doors? The decision is yours.
A flight stuck on autopilot, the trip will be boring.
Take control of your mind, life is to short for ignoring.