Live.

I want to live longer.
To live my life the way it should be.
Even if behind this is an infirmity.
An incurable infirmity.

My biological clock is ticking,
telling me that my time is suddenly retarding.
Oh, how I wish that my life would just be like a arcade game.
That every time you end up with "Game Over"
You can always choose to "Play Again"


To restart the program. To delete the errors.
To mute the noise.


But I guess. This is want I need to accept.
That life isn't what we want to be.
It is what we are made for.