Living

He had been alive for years
But began to wonder
If he had ever really lived
If all those moments added up
Would even equal a day
Maybe not even an hour
And he had to ask himself
What really made him happy
When a smile from ear to ear
Could sustain any news
Without an immediate mood swing
Bringing him back to reality
Sadly he knew
What those memories were
And that they were not true happiness
Just sinful pleasure
Making a hole in his mind
Where life could pass through unnoticed
And that excitement was much less important
Than a feeling of love