... At All

Imagine a day without having to think,
A day with no reason at all.
Imagine a day without a desire,
A day with no dream at all.
Imagine a day with no carving for love,
A day with no tear at all.

Imagine a day without a need to talk to a friend,
A day with no smile at all.
Imagine a heart without a need to beat,
A heart with no crack at all.
Imagine lips with no desire to kiss,
A flower with no color at all.

Imagine a hand that never longs for a touch,
Arms that never long to hug.
Where there is no desire to sing,
Or no desire to whisper.
If we have to live with no sorrow,
And never have to feel pain in our souls.
Will that be a life worth living?
A life with no life at all?