Don’t call it survival
That’s not what I aim for, that’s not for what I wish
I want a revival, I want something more, I want the lights and the bells and all the whistles, I want the glitter, and the glisten and I want all of you to lend your ears to listen.
Don’t call it survival, that’s not what I aim for, it’s not for what I wish
Survival is empty, a thing of meeting needs, never wants, and it never ends and never gets better, it only gets worse. There is no dreams, no lights, no bells but the funeral bell that tolls, at the end that is forever and always foretold and known.
No, what I want is not survival, I want a life, a meaning, something more then an endless meeting of needs, of simply surviving, never truly doing, not striving.
Don’t call it survival, it’s not all that we should aim for, aim higher, and see the light, don’t call it survival.
It’s so much more than that, so don’t call it survival, don’t aim so low, remember your dreams, those stories you told that you would one day be, and look around, look at your now, and ask yourself, did I ever live? Did I try to strive to thrive?
Or did I simply try to survive?