Half

If I am nothing

then I will be nothing

If I am a living breathing boy

then I'll willingly embrace it.

But please, oh heaven above

Let me not be half something

I don't know how I could go on

Only half a something formed.

To be whole is the usual goal

One which many usually achieve

To be nothing is less sought after

but people find the path away.

But what a horrific state it is

To be nothing more then

a half realized, half existing

Lump of walking clay

Where every action pulls and tugs

Towards the inevitable abyss

Because no action is definite enough

To define a human being

A history of laying down

Of being half in the dirt

Leads a being to wonder

What is like to be alive

Enough falling to the footsteps of uniformity

Choose to create yourself like never before

Take a stand and back down from nothing

Only on two feet can you walk forward

Be half no longer

Even if it means being temporarily

Nothing it all

Because from nothing can come

A whole new you.