. Don't want to live a life half alive, want to live while I'm alive

In this journey of life, so swift and ephemeral, I strive to leave a mark before my demise, eventual, A fleeting shadow, a mere hologram, I refuse to be, Accepting a destiny laced with drudgery. I wish to live, not merely survive, To orchestrate a melody, when I'm alive, The mundane nine to five, frightens me so, For time is scarce, and fleeting it goes. Why must we toil, eight decades or more, Trading our passions for wealth to store? Each day I ponder, what lies ahead, Haunted by specters of dreams left unsaid. Oh gods, I pray, grant me life short but grand, To leave my footprint etched in the sand, I'd rather savor youth, a bold flavor, Than age like a vintage, with fear to savor. Each waking moment, a constant struggle, Dwindling essence, a coil to juggle, Regrets, they gather, a stormy cloud, The clock ticks onward, a heartbeat - so loud. In this vast universe, a speck of stardust I am, A notion, a fleeting glimpse, a heartfelt telegram, A nine to five, a fate I cannot bear, For early death, dread not, if lived without despair. With open arms, I shall embrace the unknown, Seize the day with passion, let my spirit be shown, Undaunted, I'll dance with destiny's fire, Let my youthful soul depart, with love as my pyre. Oh gods, hear my plea, my soul laid bare, I long to live while I'm alive, a mantra I declare, For to die young and fulfilled, beyond platinum and gold, Than wither away as a tale left untold.