The art of living

You do live but you may lack 
The art of living and its tasty smack 
May be you are dying when you are alive!
You don't know the places to where you drive 

Like a walker with no destination 
Or like a poet with no inspiration 
Like a bird without a nest
Like a worker with no rest

 
Like a scientist without his mind
And without a theory even to prove 
You don't do what you are living for 
Like a ruler with a groove! 

Do you live for the sake of living?
Do you live aiming for giving?

Do you enjoy each moment you spend
Do you finish everything with a wonderful end?

Are you the artist and life is the art?
Are you the horse while situations are the cart?

Are you the laugh when the world is crying?
Are you the hope when people stop trying?

Are you the driver while conditions are the car?
Are you the peace when life is a war?
Do you understand the depth of your own?
Are you the shinning sun during the dark dawn?

Can you fetch for life through the shadows of death 
Could you be rich through the diminishing wealth?

Today your house became ash, 
May be it is your fate!
Conditions absolutely tumbled out
Can you accommodate?

It is not a must that your life is a piece of cake
The art of living is the weapon that you must take
Are you the master when time is your slave?
When people get coward, do you act brave?
Do you hug the smartness when stupidity spreads?
Are you the crown of hope that brightens people heads?
Can you see beauty through the disgusting scenes?
Can you see colors through black and white screens?
Do you enjoy the how to live art?
Do you have the key when life is the chart?

Nardine

23/09/2008