hearts & corpses
I feel like I’m the only one with a heart
A living, loving, pounding heart
To me it seems so easy to be understanding, helpful and supportive, being nice
It’s my second nature
And then there are the others
People who are cold, ignorant, unloving absent
Who just think about themselves
Who just know about working, moving and improving, mostly just existing
But that’s like a living corpse, a zombie
I don’t want to just exist
I want to live, experience, feel, be in the moment