the Life we forget to live

Are we supposed to live like this?
Born
Indoctrinated
Slave away at work
Stay in the same place for years
Marry, have kids
Slog away the good life we have been given
And die
 
Take small matters to heart
Living on a tiny blue dot hurtling away in infinite space
Argue,
make enemies
Hold grudges
And perish
 
Not confess your love
And your fears
Your deepest desires
And ugliest moments
Divulge not anything
Be an island in this world of 
connected humanity
    (Humanity?
      Who cares about that anymore)
            (Pardon me,
              for I am old-school)
Sailing away solo 
on a boat fraught with holes
of indecision and uncertainty
To plug which are available when
people, who care for you
 
Sailing away solo, nevertheless,
closed to the world out there
not giving it a chance
to amend you,
your insecurities,
your boat
 
Are we supposed to live,
or not live
like this?
Dying,
in the garb of living
fooling ourselves, 
(not others, but our own selves)
into believing,
that such is life
Closing ourselves up
to the possibilities
that exist
 
Death,
isn’t it better then
to die quickly, instead of
slowly
by the day
Moments,
sniffing out of you
Like
water
of your palm
Leaving behind only a wet trace
of its existence once
Only to be,
there no more
 
Such is not life
Which is
meant to be lived
and laughed at, and played with
and enjoyed
heartily, fulfilling
Like a lily
which lives short
and dies young
But is pure
to the purpose for which it is here
on this planet
(and maybe others out there)
of spreading joy and happiness,
beauty and fragrance
to strangers
like us
who
pluck it, and destroy it
Killing that life
like we kill ours
while we are still alive