As morning turns to evening to morning without a break

I am lost in the flow of life.

Morning turns to evening to morning without a break

And I turn into breeze

Soft, fragrant and free

Reckless, fearless, high

Grasping

Clutching

Demanding

Relentless

Holding on tightly to this happiness in my fist

Beaming like a child, gleeful

And losing myself in this amazing sway

As morning turns to evening to morning without a break.

But sometimes a voice speaks roughly in my ears

What the fuck are you doing with your life?

What is your goal? What do you want to achieve?

Have you forgotten how cruel life is?

Have you forgotten its scalding burn?

How dare you not slow down and atone each day?

How dare you float?

How dare you flow?

How dare you love?
You are a fool to think you can hold it in your fist
Like air, like sky, like sand, it will slowly bleed out of your hand
It's evanescent. It's a mistake. 

As morning turns to evening to morning without a break.

I am tormented.
Do I live like life is slipping away and every minute precious?

Or do I live like life is eternal and every minute precious?

Do I forget everything but the mad joy of being alive?

or do I remember everything else sane?

Do I allow myself to feel more than I ever thought was possible?

Or do I stop myself from repeating the same old mistakes?

Do I live do I live do I live?

Or do I just curl up and die?
Is this way of living more like dying?
Or is that way of dying actually living?

I am lost...who will show me the way?
As morning turns to evening to morning without a break.