Death is Real
Death is real yet I act like I do not believe it
I waste time and find distractions to take me away from life
Death is real in the sense of living without living
That death is realer to me than actual death
It chases me when I do not live up to my fullest potential
It waits for me to make decisions based on my fear
And that choice takes me closer to death
Death is real when I realize I do not have much time left
Life becomes worth living when I make decisions based on loving it
Death has made me appreciate those that are gone
Death has made me appreciate those moments that I will never relive
Death keeps life from being a lie in the longest of terms