Evidence Of Being Alive

What evidence do I have
To support my claim
To being alive?
Might there be
A certain part of me
That could be construed
As being functionally dead?
Is there any area of my life
Where I am passionately excited?
Do I see a future for myself,
Some place worth heading for,
Something worth
Getting out of bed for
In the morning?
Is life something that happens to me
Or something I generate?
It is clear to see
That I have been non-generative
For a period
And it has cost me dearly.
A prevailing blah feeling
Took over my life
Because I let it happen.
I gave up the reins
Of power over my world
To the whim of circumstance,
And naturally found myself
Going nowhere fast.
Even the food I ate
Lost its taste and appeal.
I struggle to recall
The last thing of beauty
That I appreciated.
Romance died
And I didn’t even notice
That it was missing.
I pass a thousand individuals
And hardly notice a one,
Details of the world
Escape unnoticed,
Not adding the tiniest bit of flavor
To my life.
I live to the degree
That I demand to be alive,
And my demands have been
Few and far between.
Now is the time
To make a substantive change,
To take life full on,
To invent a future for myself,
To inject passion
Into every realm,
To add adventure and challenge
To my daily experience,
To play with the world
I have been given,
To check out all the possibilities.
It is absolutely clear
Who is in the driver’s seat,
And who determines
Whether the life I experience
Can be considered
A life worth living.
It is ultimately up to me
To create the evidence
That will support
My claim to being alive.
I say I am alive,
Therefore I am!
Life is a declarative thing
Or nothing at all!