Wake up.

Go to work.

Come home. (Exhausted...)

Scrape together some food.

Force yourself to enjoy some TV show that your friends are talking about.

Slump into bed. (Even more exhausted.)

Is this what life was meant to be like?

What happened to the dragons and the monsters?

What happened to the princes and the princesses?

What happened to the heroes and the warriors?

If they are not real, why do I feel them in my blood?

I don't care what you've been told.

I know what life is.

I know what living is.

And this is not it.