The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?
–Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial.
For some people, they are in its sense and meaning, alive and breathing, but deep inside, they have died long ago.
Some ugly choices and ignored passions may lead to slow suicide and we may never know.
‘Cause the meaning of alive and to be living may seem the same, yet is different.
And for others, they may rest in peace in their grave, yet life has not ended for them
They are immortal, through their work, through their stories
Remembered every day, for who they were and what they did
While their body lies decaying in the yard, their soul is still alive within all of us
Now, I know who I am and who I want to be
To be living and not just alive,
To be someone, not another petty existence in the universe