Who Will Teach Me To Live? Poem by Chuy Amante

Here I am, feet on the ground
on Earth, myself I have found

Now that I am here, eyes wide open
is there a map for me? I'm hopin'

I am alive, therefore I think
I think therefore I survive

Is survival alive though?

To be alive, is that to thrive?
To not thrive is to not be alive?

Is breathing living,
breath, life giving?

So alive, think, survive, thrive, breathe?
We do all that, but we still grieve!

Where is my map, where is my guide?
Hiding in a book, in a cave, lost outside?

Tell me please, those who are living it!
I don't want advice from those
who don't know spit

Those who talk it
are those often
that don't walk it.
Tell me, ones who live their bliss
Hearts on fire, their life a wet kiss!

I want to know where LIFE'S JUICE is found,
I don't want to be here, all chained down.

I want to be completely free, flying!
Live with passion daily, while I'm dying!

Each day one closer to the death of this machine,
I want to live FULL, unseen, clean, enjoy life's sheen!

If there is a map for this, it must be hiding
thankfully, deep within ones own bliss abiding

Deep deep within yourself, there's gold to mine,
BE Yourself, don't look back, you will fly just fine!

Governments, religions and the older generation,
all seem to encourage a life prepping for the future,
Sorry but for that I HAVE NO VENERATION!
That type of living would leave me in sutures!

I believe the happiness map shows just the now
presence, where and when and exactly just how!